will be the death of me. CAN IT BE THE 18TH ALREADY SO I CAN GO HOME AND JSDLKFSLKDFJSDJFLSDKFJSDLKFJLSKDJF PLEASE
Living with a dog is like having a furry drunk person following you around all the time.
Everything is like a blur. Days and weeks go by and I see people around me - acquaintances, friends - find some kind of success that has remained elusive to me for so long. Am I doing something wrong? Am I scaring others away? Did I say the wrong things? Too many questions cloud my mind while finals approach, which really could not have come at a worse time.
God, please give me strength. I am a poor and weak soul, a casing that is filled to the brim with depravity and hopelessness. Help me find the will and perseverance to stay standing when the smoke clears. Nothing is possible with just my efforts alone, but everything becomes a possibility when you are guiding me.
It’s Katie’s first Christmas! She’s been very confused by this whole decorating business. http://katiekaycorgi.tumblr.com