either the really good boys or the really bad ones that get me. why is that? and i can't have either one.
school is getting on my nerves. tests, tests, tests. that's all they do around here. whatever happened to the good ole days of independent learning, like at veritas? man, i miss that place sometimes. in the eyes of those teachers, i could do no wrong. or if i did, they still actually knew me. college is so weird sometimes.
i need to study.
'cause this is a battle, and it's your final last call. it was a trial, you made a mistake, we know. but why aren't you sorry, why aren't you sorry, why? this can be better, you used to be happy, try.
3 years ago
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O friend. I hear you.
All day my mom's words have been irritatingly ringing in my head: "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." I'd rather sulk in the misery of stress and pressure. Comfort? Where are you! Cozy PJ's, a gooood movie :o), massages... But there's no time!!
So I read this today...
"The Lord will surely comfort Zion and will look with compassion on all her ruins;" -Isaiah 51:5
...and found a little comfort in it..
off to more studying!
love you!
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