An Old Me.

clinical depression, an interracial engagement, feminism, general weirdness, and staying fabulous, or at the very least, functional, in this world. part manifesto / commentary, part social coping project to generate inspiration and positivity!

Mar 30, 2005

a hallelujah for tomorrow.

i can wholly relate to her now. Xtina wrote, "whatever wont kill me makes me better right? but what do i receive from this shit??? i have an amorphous answer.

sometimes, all i can do is go to my room and cry. i will be so full of anger, sadness, confusion, or despair until it becomes bigger than i can handle. the emotion feels larger than i am, and i am left feeling more out of control and helpless than i normally do. it is much like drowning or like the Chevelle song goes, "suffocating."

well, during one of my few visits to church, in which i only stayed half an hour due to my lateness [is that a word?], i picked up on a little something that sadly took all of these years to realize. all through the Bible [pick it up and read Jesus' words now], Jesus prohesizes a number of things. he was only a man, but he spoke with a divine voice. he never allowed himself to be overcome with the world. he also declared the ending of unfortunate times successful from the beginning. i wish that i could pick up this Bible and quote Jesus, but that book is one that i do not know well.

so like him, i won't get world-weary. the world can "never wholly kiss you," right? why let it get the better of you when it does so little for you? also just say "this will pass. thank God for tomorrow, that the new day is infinitely more beautiful than today's trials are unsympathetic. Amen."

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