I can’t explain it but I have this horrible feeling of dread. I’ve had it off and on for a while now, and I don’t know what or what I’m expecting. I wish I could stop it… I would love to just calm down and relax and be able to sleep at night or eat a whole meal. It started when I saw Isaac tonight. Not that Isaac fills me with dread, but the significance was that I was giving…
Well my first class of today got out early, and I came back to the apartment to look for my wallet. I found it almost immediately which made me feel really stupid in the first place. *sigh* At least I have it now and I have a few minutes to kill before chapel. Yesterday was the first day of classes. I only have one on Tuesdays: Art History. It should be… well the same as last semester’s art history class….
I can hear the slap of the back cover of a book as it closes and I pull out a new book, ready to begin a whole new chapter of my life. All the pages are blank as of yet; I have no idea what will fill them. The last chapter ended suddenly – my three-month engagement was abruptly cut short faster than I could understand it myself, and the last pages of that chapter were filled with heartache and…
I have so much to do, but I don’t feel like doing it. I am thinking, as always, about Paul. Because either tonight or tomorrow night he’s going to call me and tell me his decision about our future together. I’m hoping for the best but expecting the worst. Or rather, I’m not allowing myself to think of the best because I’m afraid that my heart is going to break all over again. This heartbreak feeling is getting all too…
Your smile lights up a roomLike a candle in the darkIt warms me through and throughAnd I guess that I had dreamedWe would never be apartBut that dream did not come true And missing you is just a part of livingMissing you feels like a way of lifeI’m living out the life that I’ve been givenBut baby I still wish you were mine And I cannot hear the telephoneJangle on the wallAnd not feel a hopeful thrillAnd I cannot help…