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Me

I'm Cara. I'm not the strong believer of love i once was. I tend to have bouts of paranoia and speak my mind too freely. I'm honest enough to tell you you're about as exciting as watching paint dry. You call me weird, but know that everyone is unique, or 'weird', as you say. Yes, you too, weirdo. I am a child of God, but i dont turn the other cheek easily. I do love Gerard Way.

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Sunday, February 3, 2008
happy-ness
Oh happy day.
I was in church, settling in my plush red squeaky chair next to gerald, and suddenly abbie passed me a bouquet of roses, saying they're from John.
My face was :O like the little guy from the msn messenger. seriously. i was SHOCKED.
John.
John, you crazy, crazy, crazy fool. 20 red roses, he even suggested using a marker to colour them black (i've always had this secret fantasy to receive black roses.)
John, you CRAZY BITCH.
Thank you.

After church, the whole lot of us went to island creamery for our church camp committee meeting. Ryan (kind of) led the meeting, being the CAMP COMMANDANT. I helped out being the deputy camp commandant. Oh Ryan, so weak with his crutches and bent toe.
That being said, it was a very fruitful meeting and we decided on the camp theme:
DON'T CONFORM, BE TRANSFORMED.
yes people, do not conform.
I really really really can't wait for camp.
RYYYAANNN you lame, cripple shit.

I've realised how happy i am in church. how confident and smiley.
Why can't church replace school? we go to school almost every day and we learn things that apply to us for about 75 years until we die. In church, we learn things that we can apply for.. eternity.
Oh well.
Thanks everyone for being such awesome church friends.
I'm happy. I truly am.
what a nice ending to a long, horrible, meaningless, sad week.

I have found out why i'm so judgemental. I'M JEALOUS!
it hit me yesterday. I'm jealous that people can live with themself, with their shallow, fake lives, not caring what people think.
I'm jealous that they dont have so many emotions to get in the way (besides happiness), I'm jealous that i cant be that way.
I overthink and i'm the most emotional person i know.
So yes, I am jealous of all fake, shallow, ignorant people.
grahhh.

Anyway. I LOVE MY CHURCH FRIENDS.
FOREVER.

(12:45 AM)