Monday, March 21, 2005
The storm wind blows
Shit's happening again in my family.
Things are getting rough.
My best friend and I are having an arguement, or rather a one sided fight. She is fighting and I'm...falling.
My friend and I have always liked the same guys for the past 4 years. I never blamed her and she never, outwardly, blamed me...until now. She'd always be the first to admitt and I the second. Maybe she thought I was copying her, or something, I don't know. I believe that people are not to be blamed by how they feel, but what they do. I haven't stabbed her in the back by THROWING myself at our crushes. I thought she was worth more than that.
My stepsister is sick. Sick of heart. I'm worried about her.
I've got to be strong. I have to be for the sake of my stepsister and my mother. I've always wanted to be a warrior, a fighter, a leader. Someone strong.
And now I have to be.
The 23rd Psalm
The Lord is my Shephard; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for Hil name' sake.'
Yea, though I walk through the valley of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
I hope you read this my friend.