Gold and velvet adorn your features, sharp jaw and gaunt cheeks, hollow eyes dyed in black marble. Abysmal depths hide under your arching brows, your regal posture, your false smile. - Prince was the word of the day, it seems. [link]



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Sometimes, on days like these, I wish I could curl into ball like a blue hedgehog. I'd like to sleep away the bitter cold shill on my bones, the taunt of sweat riding my back, the taste of pepper still lingering under my tongue. I'd like to sleep by nights, too. I'd like to wake up around 8am to 10am, go to sleep 'round 12am. 'Cause, lately, it seems I've lost my sleep.

Lost too much sleep.

Lost most of my motivation too.

In moments like this, when I should cling harder to my faith, I find it hard to hold on. My fingertips slip, my knuckles crack, fingers break. My patience dies, at times. At my weakest point, I guess I can only fall to my knees and pray while I'm at it. He hears me, I know, I'm sure.

My past journals all seem emo, lol. But in reality, I'm well, I couldn't begin to count my blessings. But I'm weak, the flesh is weak; my headache feels huge, my head feels heavy, but I feel light.

I'm content, moving at a slow rate; I'm beginning to tackle life. This August I'll be Senior Class! The class trip is always to Disney but there's the possibility we might go to europe, France to be exact.

This summer, well, I have a few things up my sleeve, few cards to play. I hope it all goes well.