After running out of pages out of my journal, I decided to write online instead. My entries have been sad and depressing. The black ink has been in used by adding darkness into a spread of white pages. There's been a lot of tension inside of me. It's not a crisis, I'm just stranded and lost in the middle of a "twisted road". The feeling of being alone. You see cars drive past that house, and think of what the person in the house is feeling whenever someone passes by. There's nobody around it, there's nothing close to it. Everything and everyone just goes by and passes it.
I've been busy setting up this lab at work that I keep forgetting how to set up my own life. I'm pretty easy going. I love life, and I love God. Done! It's that easy... well... kind of. The road's suppose to be straight. I expect trials on the way, but that's okay because I am trying to get ready for those. Then God throws a curve ball at me by twisting things a bit. The road that I thought was straight is now twisted.
Oh that is going to hurt. It did, and its okay. I will survive this drought. There's always a point where the road becomes straight again.
I am dead tired, and I have work tomorrow. I have a lot to prepare and a lot to do. Fall collection is coming out for wesc. I'm excited to go back and be active again. I miss my old self. Except w/o the drugs, alcohol and sex part. Party in LA for WeSC fall exposure, tomorrow at 7pm. Time to be a salt and a light to the WeSC family.
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