I feel.. funny.

And I'm not getting on FB right now, so I can't even talk to my "little brother" and best friend. I want him to come home.

I don't get this;

Math is really, really hard.
I'm frustrated with everything right now.
I hate school.
I haven't seen the gremlins who make me happy in a week and a half. And it shows.
I have the crappiest attitude today.
Tomorrow is my 8 hour shift. Again.
I hate Saturdays now.
Matt's here, and I can't even be happy.


Freak this. I'm going to play frisbee.

If you're not for me;

I better get him, 'cause I just gave up a lot.
Lord, your will be done.
Please. My will honestly sucks.

Torture;

I hate math so much. Why don't I understand it? I feel like I should. It makes me feel like a frickin' moron. :(

He always calms me down;

I don't know why.
Maybe because I feel like I got nothing on him.
Maybe because he just knows what to say.
Maybe because he maintains a calm exterior.
Maybe because he's my best friend?

I love you, Thomas Michael Coulter.

Psalm 30:5;

"Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes in the morning."

Sigh.

Used;

I feel very... used. Weird. Forgotten. Left. Alone.

Am I really that invaluable?


Not in Christ.


But it's still lonely.

On the random side, I really wish I had more Survivor seasons to watch. I love that show.

OhHey;

I love you. -- Text from Matthew Edward Ody Smith


My day has been like ughughugh. I needed that.