To some writing may come easily, but not me.  Everything I write sounds stupid when I read it again.Oh, well.
It's 2:15 am.  I should go to sleep.

But for some reason, I feel the urge, though stupid it may be and knowing that Xanga is no longer the "cool" place to blog...

to say I'm sorry. 



For so many things, to so many different people. 

There are regrets unimaginable that I can't share with anyone except myself.  Man, I suck at apologizing.  Pride isn't an easy thing to give up.

    ²⁸ Do you not know?
       Have you not heard?
       The LORD is the everlasting God,
       the Creator of the ends of the earth.
       He will not grow tired or weary,
       and his understanding no one can fathom.

    ²⁹ He gives strength to the weary
       and increases the power of the weak.

    ³⁰ Even youths grow tired and weary,
       and young men stumble and fall;

    ³¹ but those who hope in the LORD
       will renew their strength.
       They will soar on wings like eagles;
       they will run and not grow weary,
       they will walk and not be faint.

Isaiah 40:28-31