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Lay down your sweet and weary head.

Night is falling, you have come to journey's end.

Sleep now and dream of the ones who came before.

They are calling from across the distant shore.

Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face?

Soon you will see all of your fears will pass away.

Safe in my arms, you're only sleeping

What can you see on the horizon?

Why do the white gulls call?

Across the sea, a pale moon rises.

The ships have come to carry you home.

And all will turn to silver glass,

a light on the water, all souls pass.

Hope fades into the world of night

through shadows falling out of memory and time.

Don't say we have come now to the end. 

White shores are calling, you and I will meet again

and you'll be here in my arms, just sleeping.

What can you see on the horizon?

Why do the white gulls call?

Across the sea, a pale moon rises.

The ships have come to carry you home.

And all will turn to silver glass.

A light on the water, grey ships pass

into the West.

Im meleth le, van Oré Vala nîn. Always and Forever. No matter what.

My Life Be Like

Yeah... some days are like this... I suppose it's to be expected of life. But there are days. 

ooh ahh ooh ooh...

It's times like these that make me say

lord if you see me please come my way

leavin bread crumbs for when I stray

rely on sacrifice and the price you paid

feel me like a fingertip

sometimes I fall I slip

my heartfelt desire to be more like you

tryin not to quench your fire by the things that I do

on a island by my lonesome stranded

low key and stayin candid

reflect on all the things I try my hand at

search for the equations to persuasions I'm used to

findin comfort in the zones of closet bones I get loose to

a mountainous fontaine

spinnin and monsoonin

grinnin it's high octane

explosive how I came

rollin down hills cause life's a hassle

encircled by my folly like a moat surrounds a castle

stay afloat catch a second wind

thin is the air I breathe

teary eyed nose runnin

wipe the snot on my sleeve

I'm callin on my savior to be all that I need

please forgive me

my behavior had me lost at light speed

the fear of never fallin in love

and the tears after losin the feelings 

of what you thought love was

like the dirt still up under the rug

bad characteristics

covered in Christ's blood

the joy of new birth 

and the pain of growing up

the bliss between givin my all

and givin up

the highs and lows 

paths and roads I chose

in the cold I froze

tryin to ease my woes

in this world of sin

clothes too thin to fend

so to God I send

words of help to win

in grumblings so deep 

letters could never express

so the sound of ooh ahh 

beneath my breath projects...

As you can tell... it kind of fits my whole month thus far... 

*rubs neck* I wish I was stronger, sometimes... like maybe I wouldn't break down over nothing... 

To Tag Friends In Pictures On Facebook

Okay, so I know I probably overcomplicate this. We have a series of pics going around where there are like twenty or thirty characters in each pic and we tag a friend for each...

Well, as you can imagine, I'm struggling a lot with this... It's driving me crazy. It takes me forever to actually get around to doing anything when it comes to tagging photos like this... I have five on my desktop. Just now getting started with the Super Smash Bros. Brawl pics. 

I put so much thought into these... and chances are they'll turn out all wrong. 

So feel free to laugh at me. :P I don't mind. 

Is go dte tu mo mhuirnin slan.

Translation: And safe for aye may my darling be.

My prayer for all my friends tonight.

Recalling the facts

Yeah, it's true. I temporarily forget several important things. First of all, the fact that I'm Sane has not crossed my mind in three years. The reminder that I wanted to race in NASCAR once only comes up once a week, and even then it's like, "oh yeah, didn't I want to do that someday? oops"

Oh yeah, and I forget I'm a teenage girl. 

Seriously. I remember being human. I do. I remember being female in the gender sense. But in terms of personality, I cannot remember that I'm a teenage girl. Yakking on the phone is not a fun thing, it's a communication device to be taken and used at will. Brushing out hair in the morning is not a "how do I intend to style this to reflect my personality?", it is a "meh, this is getting too long again to be functionally useful. I wonder if getting it cut a tad shorter with more layers would keep it from getting in my way for a little while longer?"

Today, the fact is impossible to avoid. 

I wake up. I have my black tank top on with SPARKLES everywhere! I love this shirt. Well, it's in the fifties out, and I want something on my arms. So I tie on the removable sleeves from my homemade 'ren-esque' dress to the straps of my tank top. Nice big flares on my jeans. And pink stripes in my hair that are fading to a strawberry color. I hate getting up in the mornings when I feel lousy, so makeup usually helps. Concealer is thrown on and glitter is sparkled over my cheeks and on my eyelids. Better.

Still doing iffy. Get up. Talk to a friend for awhile. Feel better. :woot: 

Then I'm bored. So I watch an anime while talking to an adopted older brother. I quote: 

he: researches death ray prices

me: WHY?!

he: It'll only kill moths... probably... pop balloons and light matches...

me: looks like I might be in trouble then.

he: are you a moth? a match? a balloon? no.

me: yup.

he: you are also my little sister and therefore my evil powers will be used to protect you.

I read the above line at the same time the main male lead character says to the MC: "Never forget that you're a girl!" (he's scolding her about being reckless)

The reminders today that I'm a teenage girl and supposedly pretty helpless are everywhere. Oh joy. Oh rapture. Would you mind terribly if I sped through this next year to get to my twentieth birthday? *bile rises at that thought* Nevermind. I'm going BACK in time to my TWELFTH birthday and staying there. And I'm taking my friends with me.

Mlek. I hate this cough. Perhaps I should change that to *phlegm rises*.

The facts: 18, almost 19. Sick. Starved to death for the bacon Mom's cooking. In desperate need of a solution to this story I've been writing. Teenage girl. Hardly helpless.

The miracles: Many. The first and not last was today, a dear friend returned home after running away, and she found Him. :D The Lord is good and faithful.