For the love of mice and men.

I like fruit juice.
Though I'm allergic to that particular kind.
But thankfully not Pomegranate and Blueberry tea.

I've got nothing these days, to spew out from my fingers. I sprang my ankle, again. Dancing. I have lots of hw I should do but don't really care too much, to be honest. I'll do it, I'm just not excited. I'm getting chubby. It's gross. I need to start working out again. I doubt I'll do it. I'm not motivated. How lazy do I sound. I haven't written Daniel. I feel bad.

With my car, I have made it to church every Sunday. I don't like it too much, just enough to go. I can't seem to touch my spirit. I still try though. It's not like how other kids my age don't like it. It's more just that I have no friends there and go for the love of God, literally; i am frustrated that I can't touch my spirit. I am frustrated that at church I am tempted by the world, the most. It's become too social, not spiritual and is lacking in proper foundations for us people. I'm too weak and tempted. I need more. I can't do it alone. I can't do it by myself. I can't do it with anyone's help. but I will never stop trying. Though I have a feeling I'm not meant to be one of them.

I want to go to Friday night meetings. Sadly, I haven't been in a long, long time. My parents work weekends. They sleep early. I cannot be home that early. I feel bad that they have to stay up. I feel bad they must work so terribly ridiculously hard. It's life though. I feel bad to make them wait and stay up for me. I feel bad that I understand yet still get frustrated at this, naturally. Simply because, I want desperately to go to the meetings, yet am unable. I want to go. I wish they would care slightly less. So they would not fret so, waiting for my safe arrival home from church. That way everyone is happy. Life is not like that. Parents are not like that. There is no button that you can switch off to stop them from caring. In this, we are lucky. I am lucky. But as a teen. I am frustrated.