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I Fought the War but the War wont Stop for the Love of GOD

Wednesday, May 20, 2009, 2:43 PM

I cant help but wonder as the days and nights pass by, how much more does time need to devour before i can truly say that I am in my right place.

Like the Strokes said, Is This It?

I've been sky-rocketting and free falling all over the place and the feeling of this miss independent phaseSure is fulfilling but is it what i really want?

Situations put us in a state that paralyzes us. May it be an end to a relationship, to a school year, or even an injury, itcan either make or break us. Crying over spilled milk should make no sense but it has made more sense to me than ever this year.I got my heart broken, my morality broken, my good daughter and student image broken, my knee broken, and if that wasnt even enough,6 months later I broke my ankles on both feet.

I've got soul but I'm not a soldier. I guess what I'm trying to say, or ask rather, is WHY and I know this may sound selfish Of me to whine and drama over something so irrelevant compared to the more complications happening in our world today (like Swine Flu), but I can't help but feel like I've been pushed back into a blackhole beyond space and time after I miraculously just got out of it.

I've always seen myself as a strong person, but I guess I'm just unfortunate, but blessed. I've got a good pampered life, solid friends, a firm grasp on who I am and what I want but where are the fruits of my labor? Will it come?

I've always said that as long as you're good, good things will come to you but until how long do we have to wait for things to fall into place? How will it come, in what form? Will it be too late to cherish since I've always been habitually late in life?
And if it does come..
Will it last?

Hopefully, I find the answers I'm looking for.
Time, I've always had a problem with you.
Faith, how fickle-minded of you.
Love-- this isn't about you anymore.

Well atleast, not right now.

-& oh about the picture,

its something I edited before

for a book report based

on the book

Too Much Too Late

by Marc Spits