Even though the week has been full of stories and ideas and thoughts, all worthy of writing down, it's so very hard to write when everything *mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually, sexually* has been stretched and sucked out of you. One day I will tell you of the tornado over the lake, of scaring kids with the chainsaw, of almost being raped, of long talks of God, of tears of friends, of blood and sweat purchance of love, of paintball welts, of amazing kids, of supportive friends, of skinny dipping, pitch black nights, amazing sunsets, making kids cry and laugh and swear and pray, the bear by our cabin, being in charge of everyone, being in charge of no-one, and stories that no words could do justice to.
One day I will tell you of these things, but for now...I need to regain myself.
12:11 a.m. - 2004-08-14
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