Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Even the best fall down sometimes - Even the wrong words seem to write
I feel like vomiting, and I'm not sick. I feel like screaming at someone, punching someone, and I'm not really sure who or why. I feel disconnected, I cried last night. I feel alone a lot. No one emailed me today. And of course, it's my birthday tomorrow. What exactly am I feeling? Feelings.
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"What is the matter, Toad?" asked Frog. "You are looking sad."
"Yes," said Toad. "This is my sad time of day."
"Why is that?" asked Frog.
"It is the time when I wait for the mail to come," said Toad. "It always makes me very unhappy."
"Why is that?" asked Frog.
"Because I never get any mail," said Toad.
[...]
"Wait right here, Toad," said Frog. "There is something that I must do."
[...]
"Frog, why do you keep looking out of the window?" asked Toad.
"Because now I am waiting for the mail," said Frog.
"But there will not be any!" said Toad.
"Yes there will," said Frog, "because I have sent you a letter!"
"You have?" cried Toad. "What did you write in the letter?"
"I wrote, 'Dear Toad. I am glad that you are my best friend. Your best friend, Frog'," said Frog.
"Oh!" said Toad. "That makes a very good letter."
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Dear Emma, I am glad that you are my loving daughter. Your loving father, Dad.
Hey emma,
Collidde by Howie day. WOOHOO, thats 4 now!!! Now I have to go read it,
~Becks
That sucks
Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!
I'm sorry you feel that way.
I sent you an email
Hopefully you get it :D
Hi Emma,
Well, sad days suck it's true, but how can you ever appreciate the absolute joy of the happy days, without having had those other days? And in your life, I happen to know, the happy days far outnumber the sad days, and that's a good thing. I sent you an email for your birthday, but that was before I read your blog. Then I saw your birthday photos, and I realized that you had a wonderful day with your French family. So, now Emma, you are firmly entrenched in "teenagehood" embarking as you are into your second year. All I can think of is that sweet little girl whose photo I took many years ago as she was proudly perched on the seat of her tricycle. Well, you're still the same sweet girl Emma, just in a little taller package.
Lots of love,
Granny
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