I feel weightless, numb, and sore. No, not in a physical sense. Nevertheless, just as hard to endure. As my fingers tremble with frustration, and my heart breaks from utter disaster yet again, I call on Your name. I just need to feel You, all around me, and know that I am not alone. I've been walking down this road for so long, yet I still have no clue where I am going.

It's been snowing for the past two days. It is now Wednesday, and I am finally back at school. While the snow is absolutely breathtaking, it came a little too late for my liking. I would've been ecstatic if it would have so elegantly fell on our pastures and fields about a month or two ago. But no, it falls now, so lovely, yet so inconvenient. I'm entirely ready for summer, and heat. The ocean and barefeet and grass. Flip-flop tans and pools. Air conditioning and popsicles.

I miss my laptop, so very, very dearly. I need a job, and I need to go get the Geek Squad to fix my dear friend. I think I shall apply at the Carolina Theater, because Lindsay (Kimmie's older sister) is going to put in a good word for me- and the boss loves her. Who knows, but I will be turning sixteen soon, so I'll be able to apply anywhere, practically.

I need to clean my room when I get home. I want to go to the ITS Theater Arts meeting after school, but I'm just so tired. I also have to finish The Count of Monte Cristo for class by Friday, and today is evidently Wednesday. So, I should get on that I suppose.