perfectly tarnished

I miss writing. I miss the old blogging world. I miss my old friends. I miss being a kid and not worrying about bills or responsibilities. I miss the simple life. I miss the analog life. I’m not even sure why I’m here. I just needed a space to breathe...

Thank you, Lord, for always, always making me rise above my fears and frustrations. Thank you for the gift of family, friendship, music and laughter which all make me feel better!
I fully understand the importance of obedience. :) Thank you for saving me -- again....

I always tell myself that I know what I'm getting into. And I always convince myself that I can manage the expected pain.
I'm so damn wrong.
Here I am. Hurt. Again.

Experience has taught me that all acquaintances are passing. I keep forgetting to make the most of every contact. And when I realize it, it's too late.
Perhaps it also has something to do with my desire to maintain that wall. Being jaded made me into this type of person. Sometimes I couldn't tell anymore if breaking the wall is worth it, or even necessary....