|Current mood:|| groggy|
|Current music:||Falling in love-NOFX|
oh, yeah. today I find out whether I can accept Jesus Christ as my lord and saviour. I will also find out if I can still breathe, and whether I can commit acts of petty larceny.
I have a picture in my head of the person I want to be, and that person is not who I am right now.
Maybe that's why I still have suicidal tendencies.
I still haven't gone on to send off that poem I wrote to the girl I love, and I don't know why I'm holding back. what harm can words do? they are simple words, plain ones, but packed with meaning and history--they make me afraid. I fear my hopes and dreams WILL come true, and my days will be long and full of happiness, because I have thought for the longest time that I do not deserve happiness, or love, or a dream woman by my side.
I'll say it again, I don't think love is as major a step as marraige. people fall in love all the time, but not all of them get married.
I'm going to write it in a letter, and send my love poem in the morning. I've had time to think it over, and I only hope she likes what she reads.