Maybe this time, I'll speak the words of LIFE, with your fire in my eyes, but that old familiar fear is tearing at my words, what am I so afraid of? so here I go again.
I've had a great day thus far. Hanging out with tar-bear and Jo at panera and michael's was a lot of fun....seeing ernest saltmarsh was not. every great thing has its low points. it happens. anyways...so when we ran to tar's car while it was pouring ridiculous amounts of dihydrogen monoxide down on us, i got soaked...the lower half of my jeans were dripping....i looked like a drowned rat haha. thats always fun--thank goodness for dryers....i enjoyed my soup and talking about fake fruit and cows.....we will hang out when i get back and oil paint! thats exciting, those brushes feel amazing.
Father, hear my prayer, i need the perfect words, words that he will -hear- and know they're straight from you. i dont know what to say, i only know it hurts to see my only friend s l o w l y fade away...
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