christian
living out the best years of my life!
slogging it out down at nbs..
eating sleeping stoning
guit bass keyboard drums
cycling sleeping
would rather be slacking around
the only work i'll be doing is poring over textbooks...

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Layout: vehemency

is this what that peace that surpasses all understanding feels like?

it occurs to me that my state of mind is quite directly proportionate to the response, or more often than not, the lack thereof.

what do i have to do? what should i do?

it was an interesting conversation, providing insight and a distant glimmer of hope.

oh how i pine. and yet, so near yet so far.  so hard to let go, if at all possible.

just over 12 hours left to the truth.

in the doldrums

i've never felt so strongly, this prompting?
is it a sign? one that i'd not expected?

but yet i'm always so skeptical that i seem to anticipate another disappointment.

what does it mean, now, that i've started losing sleep over such a trivial statement made in passing?
everything suddenly seems so suspicious, probably read too much into.

...all i can do is hope and pray...

crap it's that feeling again...

i empathise with your misfortune. perhaps i'm in the same place too.

i know of only two other times in my life where i've felt like this.