the fact of the matter is...

I miss long island.
I hate this feeling that I'm getting no where and i'm not making a dent anywhere.
I hate the feeling that i'm loosing my friends because of the choices i make. It seems that even though i make good choices, I still get dumped. I hate the fact that I'm loosing touch with God. That when seasons come, instead of facing them, I feel as though I'm backing away from them. That I'm just running away from them instead of at them.

I feel as though I'm stuck in a place that i've been dreading.
I hate that I'm growing up so fast, and I hate the fact that everyone expects so much of me when i'm slowly trying to get my life back.

I need you Lord.!!!

long island...

If home is where your heart is, then why am i on long island?

mysmile..yoursmile

One of my truest friends from back home. His name is Joe Cornetta, and we've been through alot. He honestly gives me advice that I take to heart. Not to mention that although he is younger than me, his intelligence is great. I miss him. ALOT. I miss his hugs and his smile. The tacobell runs and blasting music in my car. The trips to wherever we felt like going and the brother and sister connection we share. I love him alot.

It stinks not being near him sometimes when all i need is to cry in his arms and hear him talk to me. He really is one great guy.

I guess that's how Jesus Is.
He wants us to run to him when we just need a hug
just to cry
just to hear someone's voice.
God wants us to put him first.
and no one else.
He wants us to miss him even when we know he's right there.
He wants us to cry on his shoulder and hold him tight.
Say "I love you" and mean it.

<3