Happy Thanksgiving!

Um... yeah, that says it all. I promise that I'll soon put up here what I learned about myself during my two week sabbatical.

Happy Birthday to me

Greetings my friends. I'm taking a small retreat from everything until November 18th. I want to take the time to look into my life; rediscover who I am, what I want for myself, and what I need to do to make that happen. In two weeks, I hope to be a little bit smarter, wiser, and stronger than I am now. Until then, take care of yourselves. Love ya all.

Salut mes amis. Je prends une petite retraite de tout jusqu' à novembre 18e. Je veux prendre le temps pour examiner ma vie; qui redécouvrir qui je suis, que je veux pour moi-meme, et que j'ai besoin de faire pour faire cela arriver. Dans deux semaines, j'espère être un peu plus intelligent, plus sage, et plus fort que je suis maintenant. Jusque-là, faites attention a vous. Je vous adore.

Los saludos mis amigos. Tomo una pequeña retirada de todo hasta 18 de noviembre. Quiero tomar el tiempo de estudiar mi vida; descubra de nuevo quién yo soy, lo que quiero para yo mismo, y para lo que necesito hacer para hacer eso sucede. En dos semanas, yo espero ser un poco más listo, más sabio, y más fuerte que soy ahora. Hasta entonces, los cuida de. Yo adore todo.

Grüße meine Freunde. Ich nehme einen kleinen Rückzug von alles bis 18. November. Ich will mich Zeit lassen, in mein Leben anzuschauen; entdeckt wieder, wer ich bin, was ich für mich selbst will, und, was ich machen muss, das zu machen, geschieht. In zwei Wochen hoffe ich, ein kleines Bisschen klüger, weiser, und stärker zu sein, als ich bin jetzt. Bis dann, sorgen Sie für sich. Lieben Sie alle.

祝贺我的朋友。我从直到 11 月 18 日的一切在送小的退却。我想花时间调查我的生活；重新发现谁我是，我想的对我自己，和我需要做使得那发生的。在两个星期，我希望略微是更能干，更聪明的，更强有力较之我是现在。直到然后，照料你们自己。我爱你们大家。


PS: I learned 4 languages for my birthday!!!

It can't rain all the time...

We walk the narrow path
beneath the smoking skies
Sometimes you can barely
tell the difference between
darkness and light
Do you have faith in what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot see

I hear pounding feet
in the streets below
and the women crying
and the children know
that there's something wrong
and it's hard to believe that
love will prevail

It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever
And though the night seems long
your tears won't fall forever

When I'm lonelyI lie awake at night
and I wish you were here
I miss you
Can you tell me is there something more to believe in?
Or is this all there is?

And the pounding feet
In the streets below
And the window breaks
And a woman falls,
There's something wrong,
It's so hard to believe that love will prevail

It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever
And though the night seems long
your tears won't fall
your tears won't fall
your tears won't fall forever

Last night I had a dream
You came into my room
you took me into your arms
Whispering and kissing me
and telling me to still believe
But then the emptiness of a burning sea
against which we see
our darkest of sadness

Until I felt safe and warm
I fell asleep in your arms
When I awoke I cried again
for you were gone
can you hear me?

It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever
And though the night seems long
your tears won't fall forever
It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever
And though the night seems long
your tears won't fall
your tears won't fall
your tears won't fall
forever


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The lyrics were sadder than I thought; the title covers my thoughts though. I felt sad, but... well, life goes on. And it can't rain all the time.

Life and such

Why are some things so hard to let go? Why do we dwell on the past, or hope and dream for a future that can never be? Why are reason and emotion so often at ends with each other? Why does it feel like, when they are, there's really no right answer? Why does it feel like any choice in that situation involves a loss? What do you do when you can't be with the one you love? ...What do you do when you know that it could never work? Do you just smile and wave when you see them? Do you try to avoid them, and hope that you can forget in time? Do you pray for a miracle to make everything somehow okay?

My melodrama is in high-gear at the moment, I know. I'm not sitting here crying into a whiskey bottle or anything. (I'm out of whiskey.) I just... miss her. A lot. And it hurts, and I'm a whiney bitch, so I'm sitting here whining and bitching. And fighting tears.