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.!!!
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