When do you say enough?

Ahh tomorrow. OH TOMORROW.

Sometimes I just look at people and think... do you have any idea what is going on? Seriously? Don't invite me somewhere, act like you want me there, then flirt your silly little head off with other girls the whole time. Please and thanks.

OH AND ALSO, guys, if the only people who comment on your wall, status updates, pictures, ect. are girls, then you're a flirt. If the majority of your friends are girls, and the only people who talk to you at school are girls, you're a flirt.

Every man in my life is gone. My older brothers are gone. My dad is gone. Andy is gone. And the sad thing is, i can't talk to anyone about it because they'll say "Well God is still a man in your life". But for the first time in a long time, i'm having trouble seeing where in my life He is exactly.

i feel overwhelmed. That's the only word i can think to use. i understand most people deal with siblings moving away and parents getting divorced. That happens regularly in today's society. But on top of my two brothers leaving, my biological dad, who never acted like he even liked me before now, is gone, but using me to keep contact with the family. Andy barely even looks at me anymore. i haven't read my Bible in days. i can't do 24/7 in August, i have to wait until January because i have to buy my own car. And whenever i do start 24/7 i have to have enough money to live on, by myself, for the duration of the internship.

i just... feel like i'm having to grow up too fast. i don't feel peace or freedom or relief. i'm anxious and sad and worried about finances. i don't know where i'm going or where i am. i'm walking down a road and i have no idea where it leads. My future isn't set in stone, and i'm scared of the change that's bound to happen.

What happened to me that i became this way? i cuss and don't want to be around the people i love. i feel sick all the time and spend my free-time... waiting. i feel watered-down and dirty.

i feel incomplete.

i must have bloody fingers

Assuming that no one but me even knows this blog exists, lets talk. Girl to blog. Woman to computer. Let's chat, oh dear keyboard.
Every once in a while everyone is entitled to a bit of complaining, right? Or maybe just a little blurb about unpleasurable events? Yeah? Yeah.

So my "dad" is gone. Not like...on a business trip, nope. i mean, he's GONE. He left the family. He left us. He left. Straight up. And honestly, it's pulling me apart a little more than i'd like to admit to the general public. i mean, me and my dad have never had a really good relationship, but this is just the icing on the cake. Talk about a killer for self-esteem; that's my dad. If you're self conscious about it, he circles it with a big red marker. And he'll even take it upon himself to fix it if he deems necessary.
i remember always worrying about the next time he was going to harass me about exercising. He was all about the physical; the outside; the "image." And if you know me (or if i know myself) we can both agree that "image" is the last thing I'M worried about. EVER. i'm all about expression and going against the norm so people will LOOK. He was all about "following social norms." i can't tell you how many times he told me i needed to "follow the social norm" and do what other people did; dress the same, straighten my hair, no funky shoes or nails. And what did i say? SHUT UUUUP. Naw... actually i just gave him a straight "yes sir" and cried my eyes out later.
Now let's go back to the exercising thing. What the hell? What kind of crap-load father tells his daughter, the daughter who already has weight issues, to track her eating habits and start working out? i understand a child needs exercise, yeah, duh. But a 9 year old shouldn't be worried about her carbohydrate intake and be scared of the next time her dad was going to humiliate her in front of the entire family about losing some weight. i mean seriously? What is that?!
And that's just the beginning... an explanation of my dad and i's relationship over the years would fill...... something big... and the funny thing about it is, he's so delusional he thinks it's always been just peachy. BUT now he's gone. And i no longer have to come home at night and wonder if he's in a good or bad mood. i don't have to go running with him so he'll stop harassing me about working out. i don't have to hear stupid shit comments like "Are you wearing those pants?" "Why don't you wear a t-shirt?" "Have you gained weight?" after a week without seeing him. i don't have to keep my arms to my sides at church so he won't comment about me raising my hand in worship, and i don't have to take his lying-ass, fake smile, fake laugh, fake nice when he's around my friends. AHHH this is nice. No more dad. i could get used to this.
Oh and aren't dads supposed to be good examples and spiritual leaders? Well MY DAD had multiple affairs with different women over the course of his and my Mom's 28 years of marriage, and also once argued to me that you cannot do ministry in his workplace because it's not accepted. HMMM WOW DAD WHAT A GREAT EXAMPLE. I WANT TO BE JUST LIKE YOU.
So there's that.

#2: Aaaaandy. You know when you care about someone and you mess up so you pray your guts out trying to figure out what to do next and the spiritual authorities in your life tell you to completely let go of this person and fill whatever space they're taking up in your heart with the Lord? Well yeah that's whats up with me and Andy. i love him. i miss him. And as much as anyone is like "hey you're dumb you don't really love him"... well... they're stupid, 'cause i do. That's that. i love Andy. But Andy does not belong to me, he belongs to Jesus. And i belong to Jesus. And until Jesus says "hey you two, have each other" then NO. And my gosh, this is the hardest thing i've ever ever ever ever ever had to do. i wish i didn't have to.
And then i look and i see Andy and i get sad. i get mad. At myself... at God. At my dad and at my spiritual leaders.
-At myself for having no self-control when i need it most.
-At God for making me give up Andy.
-At my dad for leaving a hole where there should have been a father figure
-At my spiritual leaders for directing me on a path that doesn't include Andy being my boyfriend
BUT THEN... i see that there's a reason for this. And if i just focus on GOD and His Kingdom and what i can do to expand it and share it, things come into perspective a little, and i know i'm taken care of and that my husband is either Andy, or someone more perfect than Andy (impossible to believe, i know)

Summary of things on my mind:
#1: My dad is a douche and left. i miss the dad i wish he was
#2: i miss Andy. i love Andy. i love Jesus more. Jesus is my boyfriend now... even though a lot of the time i wish it could be Andy. But that's later.... Andy =boyfriend later...or...hopefully = husband later
#3: Both of my brothers are leaving...dangit
#4: My 3 best friends (Sare, Bippanee, Kat) are all happily in relationships with wonderful guys... most nights it makes me cry and miss Andy
#5: i don't have the money to do 24/7 in August, so i'm waiting until January. i have peace about it, but that's SOOOOO far away from now. Wish i had the money
#6: Jesus is awesome. And as much as i cussed and said stupid girly stuff in this post, i am madly in love with my Father in heaven. i know He's got my back no matter what i'm dealing with
#7: Man.... i wanna play some Reach

WHAT NOW SATAN?! GET OWNED BY JESUS!

You never imagine things happening the way they do.
When i was younger i never clutched my barbie endearingly to my chest and, gazing out into the unknown, said to myself "i'm gonna mess up so bad when i'm older!" No. i probably said something along the lines of "i'm going to marry a prince and have a mansion and perfect kids right outta high school and never mess up and never regret anything and my family will be perfect and life will be easy."
Now i linger on the scent of yesterday's garbage and wonder if i'll ever stop stinking. Thoughts i didn't even know existed cloud my brain.
Things i should not know have become a part of me. Wedged in between the hairs on my head and the pores on my skin, leaving muddy tracks in the wrinkles of my brain and turning my green eyes grey. i always feel dirty. i feel like a sock that got dropped between the dryer and the wall in the laundry room while trying to make my way into the washing machine, and as much as i have crusted over and dried up and as much as i smell, no one knows where i am. i have become shaped involuntarily and left to collect dust in my terrible position behind the dryer.
i feel: used. hurt. betrayed. alone. filthy. whorish. neglected. abused. tortured by guilt. cut down by self esteem.
i feel overwhelmed.
i feel too young for this.
i feel burdened

AND THEN I REMEMBER. i am a child of Light. i am a daughter of the Almighty King of heaven and earth. i am anointed. i am remembered and made new. i am washed clean. i am not alone. i am beautiful in His sight. i have victory over all sin and sadness, over this world. i am forgiven. i am redeemed. i am free!
i have a Father who loves me. [Jeremiah 31:3]
i have a Father who is looking out for me. [Philippians 4:19]
i have a Father who would give anything for me. [Ephesians 5:2]
i have a Father who thinks more about me than ME. [Jeremiah 29:11]
i have a Father who knows my <3 and still loves me. [Luke 23:38-43, Romans 5:8]

From Ten (acoustic version)

Ten Things I Wish I Could Say to Ten Different People:
10. i'm so glad you're finally getting away from here.
9. i would do anything to ensure our friendship never ends.
8. If you asked i'd say yeah.
7. Just stay out of my business. Seriously
6. You're the WORST english teacher of my life.....uuuugggghh
5. Sometimes i could slap you for being so overly-dramatic.
4. Your hair is a subject of my jealousy. haha
3. You should stop dipping.
2. i hate walking around knowing you're disappointed with me.
1. i'm always, always, always here for you.

Nine things about myself:
9. i HATE socks.
8. i wish i was thinner but don't try hard enough to get there
7. My snaggle tooth makes me very self-conscious
6. i'm a sucker for slow songs
5. i imagine my life as a movie
4. My hair looks best after i've slept on it
3. i get angry really quickly
2. i hate long fingernails... with the exception of cute, short-ish acrylics
1. i only shave my legs about an inch above my knees

Eight ways to win my heart.
8. Talk to me lots. More than other girls especially
7. Surprise me. Be spontaneous and exciting about it
6. Find my eyes from across the room and don't break contact first. Be bold about it
5. Take the lead! i'll follow
4. Sing me romantic songs, even if you sound like a dying goose
3. Show me you're not scared of other people
2. Love kids. Better yet, be one of the kids
1. Clip your fingernails

Seven things that cross my mind a lot.
7. Running away to Arizona
6. Prayers
5. Song lyrics
4. Food food food. Nomnoms
3. How my hair looks
2. That i need to work out
1. Andy

Six things I do before I fall asleep
6. Plug my phone in
5. Take my bra off
4. Turn on the bathroom light
3. Take out all my earrings
2. Read my Bible
1. Talk to God

Five people who mean a lot. (no particular order)
5. Madison
4. My siblings
3. Andy
2. Sare
1. Nathan

Four things you’re wearing right now.
4. Black sweatervest
3. Flower earring
2. Deodorant (freshly reapplied)
1. Snowflake pajama pants

Three songs that you listen to often.
3. Hummingbird- Nevershoutnever
2. Love Like Woe- ...someone
1. Still Alive- Matthew Mayfield

Two things you want to do before you die.
2. Get married to the love of my life
1. Show HIS love

One confession.
1. i'm a little bit scared to die

Like... is any of this for real... or not?

Who got a legitimate, ChrisJoseph-made keyblade for her birthday? Miranda did.

You know when weird things happen? Things you absolutely cannot explain or make sense of? Those things where you're like "what the crap someone must have cameras in every corner of my house"? Yeah you know those things? Well those things keep happening to me.
Example #1: All day today i have been singing "Mighty Warrior" by Rick Pino. Listened to it this morning, got stuck in my head, been singin' it ever since. Felt compelled to tweet it... felt like someone needed to hear those words. Never tweeted it. Got on twitter tonight, one of my friends TWEETED THE EXACT LYRICS THAT I'D BEEN SINGING ALL DAY.
Example #2: Been busting my brain trying to remember a verse i heard the other night. Started to put away my laundry, note fell outta my jacket pocket with that exact verse on it. YEAH.
These are just two of many, many weird happenings.

Now tell me those weren't God things.

This morning (or afternoon, rather) i woke up only to realize i had been asleep for 15 hours. Didn't wake up to my alarm. Didn't wake up with the sun. Didn't hear my entire family coming and going throughout the day.
Then i realized, thanks to Drew, that according to Inception i had been asleep for something like a week in dream time. i wasted a whole week in dream time on... crap, i don't even remember what my dream was about.
i know there were some jail bars and a monkey. There's a start.