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Sunday, September 16, 2007
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Hello.


The world's going round and round. I'm too caught up with all my problems. Exciting event coming up: Promos.


Whoa it's gonna be a major hoo haa... I should stop sitting around and start working yes yes,, But the bed is so alluring.


Let's just say I'm still the same. How boring.

I don't know. i feel mixed inside. Studying. Why! Ah movies are all fantasy, literally. Think about it. Was JC even the right choice for me? Oh my oh my oh my. Cheryl, just look forward. you see, a blog is so irritating cause whatever you type, people read and comment and make out what kinda person you are. Wakakaha. I can't hide. Oohhaahh. Crazed.


Livin for the moment? I rather live for the future. As in, it's hard. Like I know i'll be enjoying myself after promos, but I'm not budging. Studying? It sounds so ancient to me. Im in His Grace, but I cannot take it for granted. Everything's stagnant, everything's going too fast, everything's not fun, everything's not right, everything's a moment. I've lost ten min writing this. Booo. I want to run and not be tired. Wait a sec, do i even run? Haha.





Im so insecure! AAHH .


I would like to prove people wrong and prove myself to be not as what they think I am. But it's not about me, not about me. It's not of me, but Him.



When the music fades, and all is stripped away,

and I simply come.

Longing just to bring,

Something's that of worth,

That will bless Your heart.

I'll bring you more than a song, than a somg in itself,

It's not what you have required,

You search much deeper within, through the way things appear,

You're loooking into my heart.


I'm coming back to the heart of worship,

and it's all about You

It's all about You Jesus

Im sorrry Lord for the thing's I;ve made it

when it's all about You...

It's all about You Jesus.


I suddenly thought of this song.


Yup. I want to be moved. I want to be moved.





Love love love. Everybody love, everybody loves, everybody loved.




Bye!


There's Bob and Short(:

Cheryl

Female.
19.
Loves freedom but doesn't treasure it
Basically still a kid crying for momma


Loves

To be accepted
To belong
To be embraced
Yay.