God, I had a crap day. I am exhausted and in need of lovingfriends who will whisk me off for supper and allow me to do nothing but listen to gossip or stay silent and allow me to simmer in lethargy or moodiness. Or watch dvd marathons. Then again, I would probably be sleeping on the table or appear to be so absolutely antisocial that I don’t think I would make very good company right now.

missed.

For now I don’t know which is worse: to doubt slash question my abilities OR to be too proud to want to give up halfway. ghettoclasses are amazing and challenging enough to want to make me stab myself to death with a pen. God, give me a big big heart. I am an idealist and often think I can change the world (even though I know it doesn’t always work like that). a book reminded me of how i must tolerate the infirmities because in doing so, I either cure it or make myself better. And because I am too proud, I will grit my teeth everyday and make it through one day at a time. Aargh. More stories in private, but for now, pray for more courage, strength and faith to believe in the impossible.