Why do i worry, panic, freak out, stress over the stupidest things??
In the back of my mind i know my problems are in better hands when they are in Gods hands. but for some reason i refuse to release the grip of MY grubby hands from them and try to convince myself i know how to deal with them better than anyone else.
when in actuality they would be better off in the hands of a braindead monkey then my own. because I make a mess of things every single time. without fail.
Youd think id learn by now? but no. you'd be wrong.
people are pretty cool.
hey. creepy story of the day
Im cleaning my house at 2am ( because im an insomniac) so naturally its pretty quiet . and i tuck a blanket under my couch
and all of a sudden i hear this noise. that sounds like a toy going
"GOTCHYA"
I stop.....not even daring to breath, half expecting a hand to whip out from under the couch and drag me into the land of the evil fraggles........
*slowly walks to the kitchen*
what was THAT!!?!?!?!
i go back to the living room. look under the couch and theres NOTHING there!
WHAT THE HECK!?
maybe the creepiest thing to have ever happend to me EVER
im waiting till morning to find out what it really was. maybe texting my roomate if she has any creepy toys hidden about the room that i dont know about.
until then. im stuck with the heebie jeebies
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