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Name: Chelsea
Country: United States
State: Alabama
Birthday: 6/17/1991
Gender: Female


Interests: Music, poetry, reading, writing, internet, church. Stuff of the like.
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Sunday, February 25, 2007

Finally

I'm happy again :]

Jason Lee Hicks... I love you more than you will ever know.


Monday, January 08, 2007

dammit.

i hate this.


Thursday, June 22, 2006

It seems I really enjoy listening to Halifax lately.

I did everything you did to me to you
But I’m out of ammunition
So I’ll take these words and fire them into your chest
Find a new place for them to rest
Seize up your insides, tearing your flesh
Open up and let them in

I’ll write your name across the wall
With all the blood that spills from my heart
Break my limbs and stretch my skin
Until my hands can
reach across the floor
Feel for this pile of broken glass
I’ll hand you the sharpest one
To place it right in my back
Yeah!

You did everything to me, I did to you
This is the last song that you're getting because we're through
The only thing that's perfect
Are the states we put between us
Because you know I'm always writing you postcards just saying
How good it feels, not to have you here

I’ll write your name across the wall
With all the blood that spills from my heart
Break my limbs and stretch my skin
Until my hands can
reach across the floor
Feel for this pile of broken glass
I’ll hand you the sharpest one
To place it right in my back

So far so good (It takes a miracle)
You're only half as good as you said (For someone to hear me in this well)
You're halfway decent
[3x]

I’ll write your name across the wall
With all the blood that spills from my heart
Break my limbs and stretch my skin
Until my hands can
reach across the floor
Feel for this pile of broken glass

I’ll write your name across the wall
With all the blood that spills from my heart
Break my limbs and stretch my skin
Until my hands can
reach across the floor
Feel for this pile of broken glass
I’ll hand you the sharpest one
To place it right in my back


Currently Listening
A Writer's Reference
By Halifax
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So. I went to get my permit today. I passed the test and all that jazz, but due to the lack of a "recent" school report card, I couldnt actually get the permit. I have to wait till Monday. Grrr.

As I always should...as I eventually do at some point...Im leaving everything in Gods hands. So in a way, it isnt as bad. But then its worse than ever at the same time.


Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Why do I feel the way I do ? At first, I believed something that wasnt true...now that I do know the truth, I am just as confused as ever. I dont know what to do. I try to not think about it, yet its the only thing on my mind. Gah. I keep praying for God to show me what to do. To help me. I know He will. So in the meantime, Im just coasting through it...not really doing anything about it. What is there to do ? Its really confusing unless you know what Im talking about, which...you dont. And I wont be telling. Im just getting frustrated about it so I felt the need to write. Ahh...imagine that.



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