secret number one

I listen to Miley Cyrus a good bit.
her music inspires me.
I don't like her as an actress, nor a person. and not really a singer. I just really like the lyrics of her songs.

happy.

i've decided to be a new person. to look for the good in everything. to be someone other than who i've been the past couple months.
i'm going to be happy.
and i'm really really excited for this new change.

i don't even know if i have best friends anymore.
its all falling downhill.
my little "optimism drive?" stopped working.
i can't do this.
i'm mad to the point of tears.

I don't title things anymore.

i respect people who don't care what others think and do soley what they want to do, I sincerely wish I could say that was me.
since when do birds chirp late at night? they do.
I'm working on being optimistic. it's hard. but I'm working hard.
when I see nice looking boys daring unfortunate looking/acting girls.
it's also unfortunate when girls with bad reputations get formsprings. they only hurt themselves when they get 10 questions a day about all the boys they've had sex with. I find it saddening. oh well, not my business.

just my thoughts for the day.

I honestly give up. come find me when you wish to put effort in our friendship.

Which Jesus do you follow?
Which Jesus do you serve?
If Ephesians says to imitate Christ
Then why do you look so much like the world?

Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant
So which one do you want to be?

Blessed are the poor in spirit
Or do we pray to be blessed with the wealth of this land
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness
Or do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sand

Cause my Jesus bled and died for my sins
He spent His time with thieves and sluts and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the rich
So which one do you want to be?

Who is this that you follow
This picture of the American dream
If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side or fall down and worship at His holy feet

Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins
But the Word says He was battered and scarred
Or did you miss that part
Sometimes I doubt we'd recognize Him

Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and the least of these
He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable
So which one do you want to be?

Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet might stain the carpet
But He reaches for the hurting and despises the proud
I think He'd prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd
And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud

I want to be like my Jesus!
I want to be like my Jesus!
I want to be like my Jesus!
I want to be like my Jesus!

Not a posterchild for American prosperity, but like my Jesus
You see I'm tired of living for success and popularity
I want to be like my Jesus but I'm not sure what that means to be like You Jesus
Cause You said to live like You, love like You but then You died for me
Can I be like You Jesus?
I want to be like you Jesus!
I want to be like my Jesus!

i need something that makes me truly happy.
i need a group of friends that stick around know matter what.
i need people to tell me the truth.
i need to get out the house more.
i need to be more thankful for what i have.
i need to exercise more.
i most certainly need to study lines more.
i need to finish all the books i have stacked up in my room.
i need to help around my house more.
i need to stop being so apathetic towards school.
i need to pray more.

"i need to start to be myself, because i'm sick of everybody else."
-hawk nelson.

spring break kind of sucks.

sure no school.
no getting up early.
but i miss having something to get looking pretty for.
i miss my friends.
and tuesday morning breakfast with meredith.

they say it gets worse before it gets better.







I thought worse had passed.

oh alien, you'll be just fine.