Feb 7, 2002
friends are like condoms; they protect you when things get hard
>>>and now we can take a moment to share what's on our minds... i love a place where they actually want to know what you're thinking and how you are. now let's see, i could either give a little surface answer about how i am. or i could straight out read what i just wrote in that little marble composition book. well, take a deep breath and just let it all out. so i read my little phrases. and let them know how my faith is non-existant and how i don't know if there is a god and how i'm confused and how i don't believe anything we were just talking about. i finish pouring out my soul and there's a small moment of silence where i keep my head bowed down, afraid to see the looks on their faces. and then, surprisingly, i'm greeted with compassion. of course i'm still shaking for the next ten minutes, but i feel better. no one said "you'll get through this and then become closer to god" no one looked down on me. no one pointed to a verse. instead i got a big hug. one of those hugs where i just didn't want to let go. and now i'm at peace and i've stopped shaking.
>>>it's 5th period. english class. i'm sitting at my desk listening to my friend kyle present his book report. its on The Catcher In The Rye. what a great book. and then my eyes start burning. and one single tear rolls down my cheek. why am i weeping? i dont know and to tell you the truth i dont care. its been so long since i've cried and i miss it like anything. b/c now i cant cry, i cant let it out, i have to keep it inside. i wish it hadnt ended with one tear, i wish i would have just broken down sobbing in the middle of class. i guess i'll just have to settle for one tear.
posted by sarah 10:27 PM
