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| Diary Entries from Age 16 | Diary Entries from Age 16 Posted 06-21-2010 at 05:22 PM by Urbeth At school - period 4 - Study Hall
Hey,
I finally found a somewhat peaceful place to sit.
My head is spinning and I'm tired and hungry. But I'm happy.
Will's birthday was yesterday. He turned 22. Will lives in Scotland. I e-mail him and stuff. Grant has started to e-mail me again too. He lives in Canada. We share the same, exact Birthday. November 3.
I was able to see David last night, after school. I had to practice my forensics speech about child abuse.
I got him and Rachel Easter cards. I can't wait to give them to them. The cards are very humorous.
Did I ever write that I feel like I'm always searching for something? Sometimes I think it is my identity, or perhaps my father, or the meaning of me. I wonder if everyone searches for things. I wish I had a father, a human father. But I am happy at least to know that I have an eternal father in Heaven who loves me and is waiting for me. That brings me great peace. I also get to be surrounded by the many things he has given me. He has made so many wonders in nature, that not even man himself can always explain. I wonder, sometimes, if I am the only one who notices the true beauty of nature and the world God has created. I wonder if David or Rachel notice such things.
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Monday Morning period 4
"The Bench"!
Hey,
I'm sitting here. Today I have company today. He's leaving now. I'm waiting for David again. Maybe he won't be here. Oh, well. I have to write to you , because I can't tell him everything, but I don't think he'd want to read it all anyways. There are so many people to know. I want them to know that perhaps there is more to me than what they see. That in spite of myself I know a lot, but still long to know what there is. That everything within me is changing, but I still stay the same. | | Comments | | Total Comments Comments | No comments have been made yet |
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