it's the only splash of colour in a greyscale world

He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
- Isiah 40: 29-31

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Wednesday, 4 April 2007

Warning: this is an emo, unhappy post. Plus all the thoughts are jumping around randomly.

I know a lot of people see me as a smiley person with a "constant happy medium" (quote Muni). Sydney the Buckle massdance capt commented that I'm always smiling and it's freaky.

Well I want to say that sometimes when I smile I'm not really smiling inside. It's hard to be happy when inside you're all broken and crying but I try my best. I try.

Over the past few weeks bad stuff seems to have kept happening and happening...my grades have all gone down. I think I really need to try harder.

All around me I see people unhappy. I wish I could help them, but I can't or don't dare. All around I see things going on that I don't think are right. I wish I could fix them, but I can't or don't dare.

I hate seeing people sitting alone in the canteen. It makes me wonder if they're lonely.

When people around me are sad, I'm sad too.

I know there are some things I can't help. I found this quote in a Terry Pratchett book recently:
"You can't build a better world for people. Only people can build a better world for people. Otherwise it's just a cage."

I guess...sometimes you can't force people to be happy, or make them do what you think or know is right. They have to make that choice themselves. I learnt that the hard way, I think.

If only I could like everybody! If only everybody could like everybody else and everyone was nice to each other. The world would be a much happier place. There wouldn't be war or cliques or backstabbing or any conflict. But - I suppose that wouldn't work, because conflict is a way God tests us. And humans are born with a natural tendency towards conflict.

I feel so, so trapped sometimes. Caged. There so many things to do all the time and often I can't finish all of them.

I miss being in the same class as Szemin and my closest friends from onetwelve, being able to look around the class and smile at them whenever I wanted.

My new seat makes me claustrophobic. It's not El.

I've grown apart from many of the twelvers...I never see you guys around any more. I miss the familiarity and the twelver spirit. 210's a wonderful class, I'm not saying it's worse, but it's just not the same.

When I grow up, when I grow up I want to be an artist or writer. Maybe both. I think they have less restrictions and regulations and more freedom of expression. I can write or draw whatever I want...

Lord, help me to trust you always, even now.

Labels: emo, sad

wings to the wind! at 9:38 pm