Open, Open Your Eyes...

chloe_143 @ 2007-04-21T11:14:00

2007-04-21T15:15:43Z

This is my one public entry. Comment if you want to be added.

Have a great day.

chloe_143 @ 2007-04-04T00:45:00

2007-04-04T05:02:14Z

July 29

December 30

January 27

August 10

September 28

September 11

December 4

August 2

March 3

February 15

October 31

I haven't written in a while, so I thought I'd get going with a couple dates. Some I still celebrate today. Some I've not thought about until just now. Some make me laugh. Some make me want to cry. Some are full of regret. Some are full of joy. Each date has played a part in who I am. There are many more, of course, but I'm tired.

chloe_143 @ 2006-05-28T03:42:00

2006-05-28T07:55:16Z

So, It's almost four in the morning, and I'm still awake. It wasn't what I had planned, but that's what I get for drinking Vault a couple hours ago.

How many times have I turned away
The number is the same as the sand on the shore
Every time You've taken me back
Now I pray You do it once more

Please take from me my life
When I don't have the strength
To give it away to You
Please take from me my life
When I don't have the strength
To give it away to you, Jesus

How many times have I turned away
The number is the same as the stars in the sky
Every time You've taken me back
And now I pray You do it tonight

Please take from me my life
When I don't have the strength
To give it away to You
Please take from me my life
When I don't have the strength
To give it away to you, Jesus

Take My Life by Third Day

chloe_143 @ 2006-04-24T10:04:00

2006-04-24T14:21:00Z

Aside from anything else that's going on, Papa died this morning. We had been to say good-bye, so I did get to see him. Still stinks, though. He will be (and is already) greatly missed. Not sure when the funeral's going to be held yet, but my dad assured me that he would take me up there. I'm worried about Nana. She hasn't been alone in about 42 years, and I don't know how she'll deal with it. Granted, Nana is a stong woman, but it's different to go from having someone at your side for all those years to being alone. I guess only time will tell. I'm also worried for my mother. Papa took her and my aunts in like his own, and Papa is her father... was her father. She was there and got to say good-bye, but it's still going to be hard for her. She won't admit to it, but she takes things pretty hard (might be where I get it from).
The last thing that I said to him was "I love you, Papa." I suppose that that is comforting.

Love you more than ever, both of you.