There used to be a time when Sundays were my favorite day. I’d wake up nice and early just to go to church and fellowship with my favorite people. I can truely say that I loved church because I loved the people. Now Sundays are always like this Sunday. I get up to a job I cannot stand and all I have to look forward to is clocking out at 8:45pm. Say what you want about Christians but I have not had this sense of love and community since comimg out of the closet. If you wonder why not enough people show up to a protest or why we are so divided as a community. Then my guess is that we dont love eahother enough. I cant fight for people I dont really care about. I realize that sounds selfish. As much as I love being who I am, I miss that feeling of family.
Tomorrow is the beginning of Fleet Week. Which can only mean one thing for me. I will be paranoid and scared as shit for the next several days. These Blue Angels freak me the fuck out!!! I may go Friday to see them and get over my fear. Either way this will be an interesting weekend at work.
Every morning I wake Every morning I fear I will re-injure myself Then fall into tears
Afterwards the pain is “easy” Harder to deal with all that is lost Hours and hours from work Money from medical costs
I put on a really good smile I think its hard for people to see That although I’m laughing with joy Just how much it hurts me
This is starting to feel like a cycle Every time a new morning is near Every morning I wake Every morning I fear