"Letters are above all useful as a means of expressing the ideal self; and no other method of communication is quite so good for this purpose."

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Why?

Hey God,...


Everyone in my life tells me to follow you.. and still I don’t care. All the people that I look up to have given their entire lives up for you.. and still I don’t see the good in it. The one girl I love always listens and is talking to you.. and still I don’t change. My dad begs me to read the bible.. and still I disregard every request. Why? Why God? Why do I not care? Why do I just sit and look upon my life but not change? Why am I such a hypocrite? Why don’t I feel the desire to be in your word day after day? WHY DON’T I CARE?? Is it because I’m lazy? Is it because I’m a bad person? Is it because I’m too caught up in the world? Is it because I’m too caught up in her? I just don’t get it. In my mind I really desire to be this great man of God leading and helping people. But when rubber hits the road I become apathetic and give up. Help me to have faith, help me to put my desires into action, and help me to strive to know you!

always,

looking for answers

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Dear High School

You cause way too much drama.
Please get over yourself.
And remember,
No one likes you
so far.
So work on it.
please.

Sincerely me

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

A letter

I thought I would let you know,

I have decided to keep these feelings to myself. Holding them to me and only me. Not letting you once know. No, you will never know. Not ever.
If only you had the key.
But you wont. Cause I have locked up my heart.
No, you will never know.
It will be up in the air
full of empty questions
and
left a mystery.
No, this is just a letter.
Of useless words and hopeless things.
But of course you knew that.
I knew that too.

yeah, it's me.
But of course you knew that.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Dear Sir,



I haven't felt like writing lately. I could probably equate this to the lack of unique experiences that i have recently encountered. You Sir, or your actions rather, have given me cause to write again. You are running a dangerous race Sir, you are traveling down roads previously trodden by mine own feet. Indeed the path has many names; arrogance, self-preservation, and vanity are a few. Dear Sir, there is no room for company to travel this road with you, this road must be walked alone. If this is the path you chose to tread then friends and they camaraderie they entail must be left behind.

-The voice of experience

P.S. there is more to come