i need to be new

September 20, 2024

French rap song
Fix everyone's hearts, because none of them are fine
We can get over it eventually, because this is new
I cannot freaking sit in this chair and focus
But I can
Microchips of you
Comical masculinity
My dad likes your skills, not much else
You blushing again, I probably am too
Why were you talking so much?
I almost talked to you but my mom called me just in time
You're so cute when you blush, I'll be glad if you're just flattered
How will you react if I talk to you though--
See you later...
If words could float that would be easier
Original sin, we're the problems
I think he gave up on sleeping completely
Is she happier without him?
No, she just wasn't certain
And now she's free
She was scared
She doesn't want to break you
You are from the country you are from
And I'm racist
But how is 80,000 even a statistic for rape
Justified racism?
But when Jesus says, ''I died so you might live.''
He's talking to you too.
And terribly ironic that I could like you
Scratching your chin...
No, please
We only have love to give if Jesus gives it first
Breathing is amazing
Imagine if we can
She ignores me in public but dotes in private
I'm still sitting in your chair
I'm so glad I can breathe
I'm glad I can run even if my hips break
Glad I can live with a little sleep
Glad I can think with a little bread
I'm thankful the Lord loves me
Therefore I'm not done for, and I'm not screwed
Praise Him
We have heart wounds
If only volleyball was the only thing wrong in the world
Live a little
We don't have to have drama
But we're humans so apparently we do
I love you
Yes...
I still love you.

I like your hands
Everything looks good in the future and I'm hyper now
But don't do drama
I'll ask her later
Live to talk about how you can live to please God
Blessed am I - not because of anything else than that God knows me, cares, and captures my tears
He gives me grace beyond measure
That's all that matters
Help me believe You when everything fights otherwise

But what did I ever do to anyone?
Why am I trying to listen, to be nice, to be normal?
When no one likes me anyway.
What is it? Do I look weird? Do I sound weird?
No matter what I do no one likes me
So why do they expect me to try?
I'm not human, I can handle isolation, right?

But if you ever want to save a life
A moon cake works
Even though it's sad
It's a piece of home
The home that somehow stuck in my veins and I can't escape even if my headspace does
Because it still feels homey

I didnt it say it because I thought it might be wrong
How foolish
It was right
But enough times it's wrong and I close my eyes 
I'm too nice for this

You were super sweet, are you still?
I saw you on social media,
Reading an article in Japanese
Cool