Don't you know? Yesterday was one of the last times we'll ever see each other.

"...but she could not go to sleep, for the loss of her old dream of love gave the whole world and all life such a hollowness and emptiness that it was like thunder in her ears, and forced its waking realization upon her."
-Parrot by Mary Freeman

I'm okay.

No matter how many times and how hard I try, it's never right.

Last semester at Binghamton. My blood is brimming with excitement and sadness.

For his anger lasts only a moment,
but his favor lasts a lifetime;
weeping may remain for a night,
but rejoicing comes in the morning.

You turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed
me with joy,
that my heart may sing to you and not be
silent.
O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever.

Psalm 30:5,11-12

"When we seek our own pleasure as the ultimate good we place ourselves as the center of the universe. A fara or a man or a star has his place in the universe, but nothing created is the center."

Madeleine L'Engle's A Wind in the Door

Luke 4:4:

And Jesus answered him, saying, It is written, that man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word of God.

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit:
a broken and contrite heart.
O God, you will not despise.

Psalm 51:17

God is like the Barney bag, when you need something, He'll always provide.

Dream: I had an Egyptian box and somehow during class I touched it and it rotated with all of its Egyptian carvings. It started to beep like a bomb and I stared to run as fast as I could and as far as I could to chuck it.

Dream: I was watching a little girl run in an empty area with her father a couple of feet away from her. When she was on nonliving things, like dead grass, there would be spirits or creepy entities chasing her, but when she was on green grass, she was safe. I became her somehow and felt someone malicious, but human, start to chase me, but I called out for my father and he raced to protect me. I felt safe knowing that he was always watching over me.

Dream: I was looking at two of my ears in front of me and my left ear had all these purple bulging veins, which explains why that ear has problems with hearing.

Dream: I was in a large ornate room. Dionel was there again, but only for a few minutes and then he was gone. All these people that filled the room left. I had to finish packing, but there was so many clothes I had to pack. I was rushing because if I stayed too long, something would happen, something not good. And I wished that Dionel returned, but just like in real life, that didn't happen. So I realize that no matter what, I will face whatever darkness alone.

Dream: I was sitting across from Harry Potter, next to him was another boy, and next to Ron Weasley. We were sitting on a wooden picnic table and for some strange reason they had glittery eye shadow underneath their eyes. After talking with them, I walked past a group of people into a narrow pathway outside with a rail. At the end of the pathway was a fish store. I went in looking for a fish to buy, but had to be going to buy only a strong fish because so it wouldn't die like feeder fish.

The moral of the story is not to read fanfiction before going to bed.

When will this feeling stop