Hey God,
Um... I just talked to you yesterday, and you gave me no heads up about this. Nice poker face, but... what in the world?!?! What do I do? All my life I have followed Your word, and praised Your grace. And now, I'm in a state where my life may be in danger, not to mention my ability to reproduce might be tossed out the window. How did we get to here Lord? I know that being 21 means that my youthfulness is on my side. Deep down I want to complain about this still, because to me, everything was almost perfect. But that would be ungrateful. I know you're with me. I'll be your ballerina, as long as you keep me on my toes.
Lets do this.
Lets do this.
I'll be done with my finals tomorrow. School has been a blessing in disguise, it has kept me focused and unable to freak out. I'm hoping this doesn't hit me like a ton of bricks when I finish taking my last final.
Pshhh. Keep on, keepin' on, Becks.