Busy. Bustling. Many Faces. Colors. Paints. Brushes. Hearts racing, beating...
St.James day. I of course volunteered to face paint. i love art so much. still i felt weird helping my new church. missing my old. but the man of my dreams Ethan was standing next to me attempting to create balloon animals. he wasnt very good though. i was so pissed cause one little girl continued to interogate me about him while i painted a butterfly on her face.
Is he your boyfriend? do you like him? i think he likes you. isnt he cute? your pretty, does he think your pretty?
if only i could answer those questions. yes, yes, yes.
if only, if only.
if only ethan was mine.
that day was fun though because i go to share pizza with josiah and paint his face like a clown. im starting to think josiah is like an amazing new best friend. we get along so well. we believe the same things.
maybe the church switch wasnt so bad. but i still miss stjlc. i miss my friends.
but at least i have my ethan!
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broken cant always be fixed
whats fixed can't always be broken
whats fixed can't always be broken
here i stand...wishing my wrists were bleeding...

your embrace...melts my frostbitten spirit...

your embrace...melts my frostbitten spirit...