How ironic is it that when I am forced to write, I can't think of anything at all, and when I have other things to do, I think of things to write about.
Sunday, 30 August 2009
"That's a sign. Turn right at the grub worm!"
My Savior loves, My Savior lives My Savior's always there for me My God He was, my God He is My God is always gonna be †
Saturday, 29 August 2009
I've never known a love so strong. I've never known sadness to be an enemy. In the end it all fails; love fails, sadness becomes an enemy, and I, I'm the one who feels it all. Everything fails me.
