Inspiration

Last night I went to a healing mass. First, I didn’t want to go. I wanted to beg my mom to stay home. Well… good thing I didn’t. In the past 18 years, this mass last night was probably the best mass I’ve ever attended. The priest gave the best sermon I’ve ever heard in my life. I listened to every single word that came out of his mouth, and took it to the heart. I was so caught up in the moment. It was the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard. Now this priest wasn’t just any ordinary priest. He supposedly “heals” people when he prays over them. Crazy right? Well, that’s what I thought when he was telling us his stories. Stories about how some people magically lose their sickness after this priest touches them and prays with them. Believe it or not… It’s true. He prayed over every single person that attended the mass. It was maybe a 2 hour wait ‘till it was my turn, but once I got up there and he touched my head… I felt something. I truly cannot explain the feeling I felt, but I felt something rush through my body. I’m not delusional. It happened. I didn’t pray for the healing of myself. I prayed for my dad. And ever since… my dad has been more alert, and I can slowly see the progress of recovery again in him. Is it magic that he does? Is it a miracle what he can do? — Nope. It’s just faith and prayer, that’s all.

More often, I just really hate my life and think I’m a complete failure. I don’t know why, but when I’m alone in a room.. my thoughts are just rushing through my brain. And I become one emo girl. But it’s moments like these, times like this that I experienced last night where I realize what life is about. But it’s not that easy….

Honestly no one knows the life I live. I’m pretty darn good at hiding my issues and problems, putting up a front, and pretending everything’s okay. I would like someone to be in my shoes for a day and see how they take it. I’m not one to brag about how horrible my life is so I can get attention, or how wonderful my life is so people can be jealous of me. Not at all. I just want to live and be happy. And I’m working on it. Yesterday night just made life a whole lot better. <3

There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won’t anymore, and who always will. So don’t worry about people from your past, there’s a reason why they didn’t make into your future.

There’s a point in life when you get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything— but it’s not giving up. It’s realizing that you don’t need certain people and their crap.

I guess I completely failed the picture challenge. Oh well.

Day Five: A picture of my favorite place. San Diego, California. I may have only lived there for a couple years growing up, but being there and going back every year makes me relive my childhood&#8212; the days where nothing mattered. Everything in San Diego is perfect to me.

Day Five: A picture of my favorite place. San Diego, California. I may have only lived there for a couple years growing up, but being there and going back every year makes me relive my childhood— the days where nothing mattered. Everything in San Diego is perfect to me.

Day Four: Picture of my pets. Pickles and Jumbo. They pee and shit all over the house and all over the streets. They bark at people they don’t know. They bark when I don’t give them attention. But they’re the most loving dogs to me. They know when I’m upset, they know when I’m happy. & They’re the only ones that will listen to me complain about life without getting sick of me :)

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