When you first meet someone you want to impress or befriend, say, a member of the opposite sex, often times you accommodate to them, fulfilling what you think they want in a "dateable" person. Or you finally find a friend that you can trust and have intelligent conversations about God or politics. You mold yourself into the image of a friend or a potential significant other. My question is how thin is the line between compromising who you are for another and changing to be a better, quality person?

I'll be frank. After many hundred hours of frustration, headaches, tears, pain, depression, and utter disappoint, I realize one thing...I ultimately and thoroughly am lost. I don't know what or who to care for. It seems like i've been sucked into a tornado, twisting and turning with debris flying all around me. It seems i haven't grabbed hold of life and in some strange way, life has grabbed a hold of me and won't let me free. I really do hope I find God in the midst of all this trouble in me.

On a lighter note, I went to the gym and had a lot of fun.

homecoming.

back, kicking and screaming.

disappointed.

My father left for las vegas today. He left this morning without even a goodbye kiss from me. I'm kind of upset at him for not saying goodbye. I think we left each other on a bad note the other night and i wish i had the chance to apologize. It didn't occur to me how upset i am for not being able to say goodbye until i realize that i won't see him before i leave for baylor. Granted, i could stay another day and just wait for him to come back. But that means not driving with elaine back to waco. aye.

I miss my dad.

plethora of one-liners.

i know that you don't want to read one-liners when you come to my site. Why do i post one-liners? Maybe. Maybe i have secrets. Maybe i'm keeping things quiet from people for the sake of doing so. Not because i don't trust. I've trusted before to those i thought were commendable for keeping it on the down low. Perhaps i like the idea of keeping my life to myself. I want to be selfish. Knowing that only God Almighty and I know about me, and me alone, is nice...for now.

Yes i have secrets. I like my secrets to be held secret. That's why they are called secrets.

every one has secrets. either from the world or from themselves.

victim of a bad haircut.

i cut my hair again. it's a no deal. =(

bleh.

emotionally exhaustive weekend.