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Reign of Supremacy, Delta Sigma Theta ΖΨ SPR14
I’ve always had this deep-down conviction that I’m not like everybody else, and there’s an exciting life waiting for me around the corner.
— Omar Khayyam
Things I’m giving up for lent:
- being thirsty (metaphorically, of course)
- beating myself up over my mistakes (again, metaphorically)
- talking about how single I am
- holding grudges
- dismissing compliments I receive
- Candy Crush
Let’s be better and get closer to God, y’all
I hate admitting that I’m having a bad day, but I’m having a bad day.
Shallow breathing. Jesus, my heart’s rhythm is uncontrollable. Nerves.
We just don’t have the same values and that’s okay.
But is it really okay? At first I felt frozen. I thought I was past this point in my life but I thought wrong. It happens pretty frequently. For the first time in a couple months my mind was blank but not the way I wanted and prayed for.
The dizzying dance of my innermost thoughts halted suddenly and I was left with only tears dripping off my cheeks. I felt like I was 12 again.
And yet, after letting the tears fall, after laying on my cheap futon, after the eye swelling that was the remnants of an emotional purge all I could say was, “we differ in values”. And I fully believe it. I think.
I’m not mad and I should be. I’m disheartened. I don’t feel angry and I don’t know why. I do feel empty. And I don’t wish bad things upon them, I only pray that my plans work out.
I’m just out of place inside of my thoughts. My heart hurts a little but I’m sure that will pass. I want to tell them it’s okay but it’s not okay. I want to tell them not to worry but I wish they would. I want some sort of regret that last because it would show that I wasn’t wrong when I trusted them.
I hate being wrong but I hate being cryptic more. So instead I say nothing.
Because it’s not okay. I’m not okay.