Worthwhile - Homebuilder
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Out in the back, looking up at stars talking about stuff much bigger than ourselves. Thanks for being Dad whose bags aren’t packed, waiting by the door, Looking for the perfect time to go, like I’ve seen in so many other homes. I’ve come to believe you breed more like yourself. As you put me to bed I wouldn’t just sleep, I’d dream to be half the man I saw you to be. I’m proud to be your boy. I love I bring you joy. And I’m honored one day, I get to do the same and pass on our last name. I’m proud to be your boy. I love I bring you joy. All roads lead to roaming. But I never would have grown if I never left home. 300 miles is nothing too far. In my life you’re that guiding North Star. You’re here when I look in the mirror. Everything you give for this family. Your wife and us three. You live and you love true. I can be just like you, cause father you used to be just like me.
Worthwhile - Melody Save Me
Tell me what your worst fears are. I bet they look a lot like mine.
Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night.
Tell me that you’re struggling.
Tell me that you’re scared. No,
Tell me that you’re terrified of life.
Tell me that it’s difficult to not think of death sometimes.
Tell me how you lost.
Tell me how he left.
Tell me how she left.
Tell me how you lost everything that you had.
Tell me that it isn’t ever coming back.
Tell me about God.
Tell me about love.
Tell me that it’s all of the above.
A year ago this weekend, I went on my first trip with Hope. It all started there. The weekend began with me being sort of quiet and not really knowing anyone there. By the end, I had so many new friends and a good weekend to always remember. This weekend, I went back for my second, and sadly my last time. As a high school student, at least. By this time, all of those people who were just people I sort of knew a year ago are some of the best friends I have ever had. I was so excited to get away for a weekend, and spend it with my amazing friends, my awesome girlfriend, and some pretty sweet leaders as well. I watched myself and a lot of other people grow this weekend. Some people were in the same situation I was in last year, and I saw their weekend turn into an awesome one full of great friends. I don’t think this weekend could have been better.
I think I’ve changed my mind
this is going to be a pretty awesome school year, after all.
Mondays
Every Monday, I am reminded of my lack of real friends at school. From talk of everyone’s weekend. I have friends from other schools and stuff, and they are amazing. But since it is my senior year, I want to go football games and really have a good year with my friends at school. People will claim to be my friend all the time, but they really only call if they need something. I hate it, and I’m not the kind of person that will just ignore them. So they keep on doing it. These are people I used to be great friends with and hang out with all the time. It seems that since I don’t do all the same things I used to, they never invite me to do stuff with them. By Tuesday, the thoughts are usually tucked away in the back of my head, because I keep them shoved in there. It is killing me on the inside, though. I just wish the people I miss and love so much would grow up and stay sober long enough to hang out, or have a decent conversation. But everything is about the parties. Perhaps I am over-thinking all of this. It will take a lot to convince me that I am, however.
