I miss my ex boyfriend like no other. I may have committed the sin of idolatry or whatever, but I really don't think that was the case. I miss him terribly, and he just gleefully walks past me, and makes it seem like he is okay. He is hurting too. I know, we have the same thoughts all the time. I don't know why he avoids me when he can just come back. I'm waiting. It's just really painful right now. Maybe I will be aching for a while, but I trust Jesus Christ, that His comfort is more precious than the sound of the voice of a lover. I am tired. Will my heart stop aching? Come quickly Lord, sing psalms over me. I am desperate for You. Ignite my heart to love You, and to serve You without any conditions.
A place to burn old stuff and come out standing up on the top looking good is what I want from this page. Ok guys, I know you are gods here and make my world freaking beautiful. So do your nasty thing and make my world better. Thanks!
When I was 5 years old, I got my first loose tooth and naturally wanted to be rid of it as soon as possible. I bit down hard into an apple. Regrettably, I swallowed the small piece of apple with the tooth embedded in it. My father then explained to me that it would emerge when I sat on the toilet. Over the next few days I wanted to have the tooth and tried passing it, but succeeded only while in my kindergarten. So I brought a nice, fat, brown clump to the kindergarten lady, asking her to find the tooth for me, and then I went back to playing. I confess that because of me that poor woman probably had the worst coffee break of her life.
I (w) was about 12 or 13 years old when I woke up one night because I really needed the loo.
When I opened my bedroom door to go, I heard the moaning of my parents. They were having sex and their door wasn't completely shut. Since the bathroom is next to their bedroom, and I had to pass their bedroom going there, I hastily closed my door again.
I almost cried, I really needed to go. Than it occurred to me:
I still had this morning’s hot chocolate cup in my room with a little bit left in it. So I dropped my knickers and relieved myself into the cup. Unfortunately I did not only hit the cup, but also my fingers and the carpet. I emptied the cup out of the window, completely ignorant of the fact that we had a white wall and I should have used a bit more momentum throwing it out.
My room also had a nasty smell, but I fixed that with disinfectant (loads of it). All that was left was a yellow-brownish stain on our exterior wall, but that disappeared with the next rain. I told my parents that throwing tetra-packs at each others wall was the latest trend among teenagers. Thank god they were never looking for the burst packs. Even today, 5 years later, I still cannot drink out of that cup anymore, and every time my parents have sex I get the chills.