i wanna be happy. but i feel like god wont let me. and i know he doesnt like it when i feel cold and empty. but him and this paper are the only ones that get me. i feel all alone and outnumbered like a lefty. but its too late to ignore. my emotions are set free and half time i give in to everything that tempts me. and none of this may make sense but it makes sense to me. im sittin here stressin when i should be countin my blessins. but i cant help but think about my multiple confessions. its like im lost in a maze trying to locate my progression and ive heard what they say. ive heard the theories and the legends and the endless amount of seconds should be enough to recon that this thing called life is like a hotel check in. were here for a while and go through everything and then time is up and we move on to better things. but is it supposed to be this hard? life and all of its lessons? people eating out of trashcans and girls accepting backhands people goin through depression and cuttin through their fleshn people hating on your music and your just trying to make an impression? and ill never be known for trying to write a poem but isnt it just expression?..no one really knows this cause i try my best to hide it. and i dont know how to say it so i sit alone and write it. negativity comes in fighting and i try my best to fight it and i know the key to happiness i just dont know how to apply it. i wish that i could buy it. so i could take it home and try it. if only it were a blunt and all i had to do was light it. im hurting and this whole process of learning has got me spinning and yearning for my life to start turning my life incense is burning. i feel the ash of my past ripping at whats to come and the ash will forever last even when our body s are done our names will be forgotten and we wont be remembered so i guess ill live my life with a a mentality uncensored. so even if documents of stress piling to the knee.i wont stop smiling cause smiling s free. i can touch i can taste smell hear and i can see. im blessed with a decent balance of my wants and my needs..so ill try to keep my head up and ill try to keep a smile. cause ive realized that life is just one big freestyle. and ill try to stay positive no matter what a bout and take times like this just to let it all out.
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| — | Michael Carreon |
Still havn’t recieved my Communion
I’m pretty embarrassed that I didn’t get this when I was younger, I’m glad I’m getting the chance now
It’s ALSO sad I still havn’t remembered Hail Mary, I have all the other prayers down though
I have so much to work on..
(maybe if I recite them 948754037t times, then I’ve have it for Reconciliation on April 17th)
Hail Mary, full of grace
Our Lord is with thee
Blessed art thou amoung women
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb
Jesus
Holy Mary, mother of God
pray for us sinners
now and at the hour of our death
Amen
Hail Mary,full of grace
Our Lord is with thee
Blessed art thou among women
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb
Jesus
Holy Mary, mother of God
pray for us sinners
now and at the hour of death
Amen
Hail Mary, full of grace
Our Lord is with thee
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb
Jesus
Holy Mary, mother of God
pray for us sinners
now and at the hour of death
Amen
Elle
It all started with..
High school = temple of corruption
So first things first, I’ve been a complete jerk whose isolated the most important things in my life. I’m glad I’ve been recently enlightened. (Better late than never, right?) I’m trying to share this love I’ve recieved from God. I want to share it with the world, but it all starts small…Right? Well I was foolish.
Defenition :
Foolish [foo-lish]
- adjective
origin; MANY
,resulting from or showing a lack of sense
I know what I’ve done and I’m not proud. For me to go on months like this, is not even acceptable. I’m willing to change my once foolish habbits and go back to my original self.
When people say : “I don’t even know who I am anymore” < COMPLETE BS
It’s not like I don’t know who I am, it’s just I want to ignore the fact that I’m dissapointed in myself. Watch, come Monday you’ll see.
Secondly, I hope I see you tomorrow. I miss you, Auntie and Sumo (: I hope I can help in any way possible, on the move. I’m pretty excited to see this room of yours. I wonder what color you chose? Or what Cierra chose. Or what Daisy chose? Hmmm.
Third, you’re the best.
Fourth, I’ve missed you.
Lack of “blogging”
First things first, I’ve been posting here and there. I wish my posts weren’t so POINTLESS.
I’m making new goals, btw
Today was a total sane day, it feels good to take a day and just let EVERYTHING out. Thanks E!
SO FROM NOW ON…I SHALL POST, POINTFULL (is that even a word? I don’t think so) posts!
I think the story is necessary :
First, I thought blogging was the COOLEST THING EVER.
Second, everyone (whom I know) joined.
Third, they killed it for me.
Fourth, I thought Tumblr was the lamest form of expression possible.
Fifth, I snapped back into it and adjusted a bit.
Sixth, I miss Raymond (:
