*+_Praise † Grace_+*

You know what I'm really afraid of? Disappointing people. But it seems that I am really good at it. Or at least, I feel like I have disappointed so many people that I care about all the time. I'm really afraid of disappointing my parents. Tonight, my mind is constantly spinning thinking if I have missed anything in preparation for their arrival this coming weekend. It's been about 7 months away from home, and this is my parent's first visit to me. I hate to make them worry about me, so I really need to let them know that I can really make it on my own here. But still I am worried. Managing my finances is never really my forte. Again, for the month of May I have again exceeded my intended budget. And here I thought I could spare some allowance to bring my parents for a good meal to celebrate Parents' Day. I missed celebrating Mother's Day with my mother and instead, spent my Mother's Day sobbing in tears and missing home. It just feels so lonely

Death is a Bitch! Comes and goes as he wishes, You will not know when he will come knocking, with all of his mocking. He keeps you on your toes And he keeps you watching in cold. When he comes he will not go empty handed. He takes away the joy of a newborn, the strength of the youth and the wealth of the old. He takes away our dreams and he snatches our hopes. He strips our robe and he robs our clothes. And when he comes he will not come empty-handed as well. He makes sure to leave his trail of tear marks. He leaves us to anguish and he brings us to anger. He sweeps up our regrets and he exhibits our shame. His footsteps cry "Cursed!" and he lays waste to a joyful plain. At least he is just. He has the courtesy to be fair. To the young and to the old. To the rich and to the poor. To the strong and to the weak. To the healthy and to the sick. To the beauty and to the beast To the holy and to the least He does not discriminate. Death is a Bitch! Dedicated to my friend Dennis