Sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Sick in bed the past couple days, I'm ridiculously exhausted. I'm blogging from my phone cause I remembered we have to do that.. So yeah. Ready for work to start, I got a job at Dewey's Pizza. Training is in three weeks! I'm getting excited. Feeling really old though. Also have to start looking for prom dresses, too. So olldddd. Application opens up for Franciscan LEAD in a few days, crazy nervous that I won't get accepted. I want it SO bad. Just gotta take it one day at a time I guess.

I want soup.

The Human

There once was a human,
A human was he,
And everyone told him the way he should be.
Be different, they'll like you,
Fit in, stand out,
In the end he didn't know what they were talking about.
There were too many voices,
He couldn't find home,
So instead he ended up feeling alone.
Then the voices died out,
all but one.
It was silent,
Then came the voice of the Son.
"Don't you know that you're Mine?
And I'm lucky for that."
And then it got quiet, the human sat.
The human silenced the pain,
Told the demons to flee,
he said,
"Now I know it's just Jesus & me."
And The Lord took his sorrows,
And crowned him with glory,
And well, not to spoil the end of the story,
But everything was okay.

It Killed Her But She Said It

He said he didn't want her,
after all this time.
He said he's only human,
and humans change their minds.
"maybe later on" he said,
in attempt to slow her pain,
and she said "you're out of chances"
as the tears fell down like rain.
"just friends" was his suggestion,
as if she meant nothing now;
and she wanted to be there for him,
she just couldn't figure how.
"you really can't be there for me?
I thought you loved me so."
And it killed her, but she said it
"I'd love to let you go."