Running away.

I was running away from a crime I did. I had purposely repeated it for the third time and had not learnt a thing. I was constantly on a getaway and living through a hidden life when a cousellor stopped me in my steps and told me I had to stop living the fake life I was in and admit to reality and face my fears. I finally relinquished my self and released the truth. I told the cops I purposely killed someone due to my self-centered & evil wants. I teared and spilled every piece of truth I could've spoken and I cried and found myself, half my face propped against my pillow, arm stressed from sleeping on it.

That dream hit me hard, when you cry in dreams- you cry in reality, is God trying smack me in the face and tell me something? None the less I thought it was a pretty unique dream, and the 'cousellor' happened to be Phil. haha, now that's funny. Maybe I do need to let go of a lot of things that I can't help but hold on to.

Well today wasn't the greatest day, I found out one of my friend might possibly move to Texas, yes the "Hill Billy" Land where people have southwestern accents and have the highest rate of obesity. All jokes aside, I didn't think it hit me that hard but it did. First off I didn't consider her the closest of friends but I come to realize friendships may hit you deeper then it may appear on the surface. Secondly I also realized that a bunch of the people in my group shall I say is off to different places this summer either moving, travelling, interning and highschool is definitly coming to an end. I didn't think I miss it and I still don't cause school isn't my favorite place but I can foreshadow that the last day of school might me a depressing one for me.

I wonder what God has instore for me a few years from now. I really want to know. I love to experience and explore a lot of things but at the same time I want to do it with and for Him.


When you worship God first the rest will fall into place...