Rituals.

I think I might murder my facebook page.

What is it about me? Because, it has to be me, doesn't it? I hold my tongue on a lot of things. For many reasons. People have the right to be who they are. People have the right to their own behaviors. And I have the right to let go of things. And I have the right to be upset about things. WHY AM I NEVER ALLOWED TO BE UPSET? Everyone I meet seems to suffer from the same condition: punk-ass little brats. And I am so sick of putting up with other people's issues. I don't even remember what mine are anymore....

There are such dark days in this life. Days that tear you apart and drag you down. And every day, we rise up and try again. Is it so wrong to ask for something miraculous to happen? Something extra-ordinary. Something that defys the phrase "that's impossible." For even the most amazing things I've ever heard of or ever known, are all things that are perfectly possible. But it brings this question to mind. Can the truly astonishing and the God who created this mundane world, exist together? Am I willing to surrender even that smallest amount of faith I still possess in order to see something that defies all other explanation?

Someday, I'm gonna figure this "friend" thing out.