shit
right now.
at this very moment.
my life really really sucks. i don't exactly feel sorry for myself as much as i feel angry - unbelievably angry and upset and pissed off at the world and everyone in it (except for my dad).
channel my energy? i don't know how. not when you're fuming and sad and completely occupied with it. perhaps a mistake was made. i'm mostly hoping for that. please god let there have been a mistake. a simple error. a flick of a pen in the wrong direction. yes, that's it. if i believe it, it will happen. it must happen. repeat the manta, remain focused.
everyone cross your fingers... i need a bit'o'luck.
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five mysteries hold the keys to the unseen: the act of love, the birth of a baby, the contemplation of great art, being in the presense of death or disaster, and hearing the human voice lifted in song. these are the occasions when the bolts of the universe fly open and we're given a glimpse of what is hidden; an eff of the ineffable.
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- embarrassment (1)
- facebook (1)
- family (1)
- forgiveness (1)
- friendship (8)
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- love (18)
- me (1)
- men (10)
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- politics (7)
- quote of the moment (8)
- reflections on nothing really that deep (10)
- relationships (14)
- religion (5)
- weakness (4)
- women (6)
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2 comments:
I'm sending oodles of good mojo your way...good luck and i do hope that it's only a flick of the pen..
if you need advice/ranting space, don't fail/forget/fear to ask...
luck!
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