Please pray, if you ever see this, anyone, that my arms and hands don't do too bad- I have eczema 'round my hands, up to my elbows about, I think, maybe farther... and it's rather reacting now in the winter dryness.
Also, I'm rather depressed. I need prayers on that that I get cured and happy... I'm much better on blogs when I'm happy. In fact, I'm brilliant when I'm happy. :) So I ask you to pray, so that I can be brilliant and write stupid poems again...
and sorry there isn't a YouTube thing on here. *fishes one up*
Like this one a lot, listen to a lot by these two peoples and Grainne Hambly. That is, if I find them, and if I don't go head-first after another thingamabobby. Grainne is one of my liked Irish names, too... but I like so many it's hard to count. It means 'grace', and something else I forgot.
Well, school goes on as it didn't ever do. I about went mad over my math today, and got angry at my siblings about ten-thousand times because I can't be patient and contain myself... due to my brain's rewiring, I think. That's why I'm depressed. And my arms hurt... my elbows I notice more because I use them so much.... paiinnnful. They're all swelling and red and scalish.
Pray ever and evermore. I hope my blog isn't a blot of useless bogginess. I'm the glummest thing in the house right now because it's very hard to smile or laugh... and I look like I haven't smiled for about ten years. Honestly. It really surprises me. I think I should write on my blog more; I'll try. I'll try to say something interesting. If I try to force things out of me, I may get happier about it. Pray, pray, pray!!! Pray if you may!
*disappears most flashingly in a spray lucis (of light, in Latin... ah, Latin, it haunts me!)*