I’m so tired of stressing. I look around and ask myself, what is the point? I just don’t see it anymore.
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A Moment of Peace
Everywhere I look there’s violence, rape, torture, murder, earthquakes, tsunamis, illnesses, disease, hunger, greed, misfortune, envy, jealousy, hatred, ignorance, intolerance, and death. I can’t escape it. Just for once, I want to read a newspaper or watch the news without a single report of disaster. Is asking for peace truly asking too much even if it’s just for moment?
The Oscars
I would like to go to the Academy Awards this year. Just putting that out there in the world. Never know which galaxy may be reading. *wink* & 
If I Knew I Still…………
Why is life one big disaster after another? No matter what you do you never seem to get away from the people that make your life problematic. I’m so tired and I’m tired of being tired. I’m tired of worrying about everyone and their problems. No one seems to think I have stresses of my own or more simply put, they don’t give a damn.
As long as I’m typing, the cursor moves at a steady uninterrupted pace. Once I stop, it blinks continuously.
If life were predictable, would it be worth the trouble? On the other hand, unpredictability is no slice of pie either. I guess at the end of the day I prefer unpredictability, because unpredictability’s greatest companion is hope.
I’m just rambling all over the place. I tend to do that periodically when I’m trying to talk about how I feel without stating the underlying issue. Once upon time, I thought having a blog that my family weren’t aware of would make it somewhat easier to speak more openly about things. I felt that I could open my mind and heart in ways I’ve only envisaged. Anonymity brought a sense of security or so I thought. I wanted to unburden my soul and breathe just a little bit easier at night, but I can’t find the will to do so. I do take comfort in knowing that there will come a time when I will be able to share me, all of me, with a worthy individual. Until that time, I’ll do what I do best. Put a smile on my face and pretend that everything is okay with the exception of a few emotional reliefs on my blog. After all, I need something to type about.
Protected: Hope Has To Survive
Adjustment
Lose, grief and pain changes you in unimaginable ways. It consumes you. Everyday is a new struggle, a new challenge. Time doesn’t heal anything. It just makes the lose that much greater.
