The Following is the first entry in a journal I started while living in Seaside, OR. As you can read, I was 19 and thinking I was a punk. No, I was. The arrows and symbols in the text are actually in my journal (I hope they show up in your browser on your OS). The spelling isn’t correct, so I left it as is. I had decided that I wasn’t going to use the first ‘0’ in the year, so the date is 2000.
Book One.i
3.3.0 19 y.o.a.
(upon moving into
1256 Ave D.)
A new page a new start-clean-clear-claustrophobic no/more → moving into fresh, green pastures… →← now I have thoughts begining and ending at my pace who am i? season of change—time anew. search for answers within Him who solves everything for him who He made. 19 and still young. 19 yet so old. amputate my flesh. peal my skin. melt me into glorification… “justified, sanctified, in you i’m noting less… torn apart inside myself… a dripping bloody mess…*” sleep takes my eye lids slaming them down to pieces. ❚frail. ice. Book One.i is a failure… will i get through this will you ↓ get through this? what are you ↓a grandkid? who’d i marry??? you’re grandmother is/was a saint, she put up w/ me for __ years. how? my great-g-pa was the idea bhind my writing things out. P-land tomorrow-sleep right now… fall down to sleep in Your lap Lord Jesus Christ…good timing ➘
1*”Heresy” By Jeff Suffering
Archived source: Blogger post BLOG-006 · original entry URL
