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Name: Erin
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 12/24/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: writing (poetry/fics), reading, music (too many bands to list!), mission trips, coffee! and various other things
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Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
3/14/2003
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| "Be this sunset soon forgotten
Your brothers left here shaved and crazy
We've learned to hide our bottles in the well
And what's worth keeping, sun still sinking
Down and down
Once again
Down and down
Gone again
Be this sunset one for keeping
This june bug street sings low and lovely
Those band-aid children
Chased your dog away
She runs, returning, sun still sinking
Down and down
Once again
Down and down
Gone again..." | | |
| Hullo all.
In case you haven't noticed, I've moved (blogs that is). If you'd like my new xanga feel free to email me (chances are I won't have a problem with giving you the addy :)). However, please, please don't put a link to my new xanga in any public place (which means hiding subscribtions and not putting a link to it anywhere). Thanks so much, and I'll see you around :) Loves! | | |
| Sarah Sarah SARAH!!??? Are you going to summerfest? Where are you friend? How are you? I have no way of calling you or anything, when will you have a phone number? I hope you get to a computer soon because I really want you to come down! Argh. Call me or email me and tell me what's up as soon as you see this okay? Loves! | | |
| "I never thought I'd end up here
never thought I'd be standing where I am..."
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"I can’t be losing sleep over this, no I can’t
And now I can not stop pacing
Give me a few hours, I’ll have all this sorted out
If my mind would just stop racing
Cause I cannot stand still
I can’t be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening
This is over my head but underneath my feet
Cuz by tomorrow morning I’ll have this thing beat
And everything will be back to the way that it was
I wish that it was just that easy
Cuz I’m waiting for tonight
Then waiting for tomorrow
And I’m somewhere in between
What is real, and just a dream...
Would You catch me if I fall out of what I fell in
Don’t be surprised if I collapse down at Your feet again
I don’t want to run away from this
I know that I just don’t need this
And I’m somewhere in between
What is real, and just a dream..."
I know now that I'm not crazy, and probably never was. But I also can remember why I tried so hard to be. Why I ached and screamed and bled and burned to be crazy.
Words don't do it justice.
I hate knowing who reads my xanga, but words in a diary that no one will ever see... seem like such a waste. My words want to cry out, and scream, and... having a cover slamed shut on my life reminds me of why I was the way I was.
I know I'm not crazy, not by their terms. I know the way out. I know, that all I have to do is ask, and everything will be alright. But at times like this, after everything it took to get me here...
I remember.
Only now, the one and best and only Way out... out of this mess my mind remembers and wants to hide in... well, He's the hardest way, to accept, that I have ever known.
Funny how that seems to work out.
"...I guess I kind of thought that it would be
easier than this
I guess I was wrong..."
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| So... my mum's dad has stage 3 cancer. I really don't know squat about it, but it's bad. and my brother has pneumonia (sp?) and my mum has... something...
We could really use prayer guys. My mum's super stressed and sad and so is my grandma, etc. And I really don't know what sort of faith my grandpa has... and I just... really hope that God gives him peace y'know? And all of them....
So yea, love you guys. Tchao :) | | |
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