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happy&healthy

Fri May 29, 2009, 10:56 PM
Discontentment is an evil, evil thing..
life is what you could label as "good" right now, honestly.

i'm just fighting myself about whether or not I'm really happy or not, and trying desperately to be "happy" and "content"
I WANT to take photographs...but I'm running out of subjects and locations. it's desperately and horribly frustrating, but I am trying.

graduations are popping up on the calender like crazy, as are the graduation parties..it's so bittersweet it makes me want to cry.

but.
I love Jesus. and that's all that matters, right?

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thank you dearly for the fave :hug:

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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:

you make me happy when skies are grey.
you're dearly welcome :) :hug:

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nothing we know is sound...
nothing permanent.
nothing immovable.
n o t. a. t h i n g.
{so don't lie to yourself}
thank you dearly for the fave :hug:

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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:

you make me happy when skies are grey.
:) you're welcome :hug:

--
nothing we know is sound...
nothing permanent.
nothing immovable.
n o t. a. t h i n g.
{so don't lie to yourself}
:hug::hug:

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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:

you make me happy when skies are grey.
hey when you get back from the whole retreat thing this weekend..you've gotta tell me how much fun you had :D
hey since I deleted that poem I dont think you got the message I sent so........
nothing you tell me sounds rude..
I take everything you tell me to heart..and thats why im gonna stop...
hey sry i think i saw it, the one someone else wrote?

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nothing we know is sound...
nothing permanent.
nothing immovable.
n o t. a. t h i n g.
{so don't lie to yourself}

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