Reflection: & in that moment, I was searching for someone. I felt them at my fingertips, I tasted them at the tip of my tongue. They had told me the place i would find them. The careful steps my feet itself would lead. The answer, was their name. But, they had never told me what they would be wearing, nor what they looked like. So, how would I ever find them? I keep searching for a certain type of purpose to my life, but all I can find are deserted streets and half empty hearts. I dream of purpose. Whether it sounds childish or not, I wish for it. I can't make my own purpose out of thin air, can I? I think that would be impossible. Am I right? I don't know anymore. I feel as if every word I speak is one hundred and ten percent incorrect. People are rolling their eyes at me.
Me: Dear heavenly father, I gave up on searching.
Ps: Okay Annika's being emo. she'll be better after FHFIF is in her Nintendo. But now.. Pens or brushes?
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