lonely.

it is the strangest thing in the whole entire world... going from a house filled with ten other people, to an apartment when no one hardly ever seems to be home at the same time. it gives you a lot of quiet time to be inside your head. it gives you a lot of time to think. what do i think about? i think that i love people too much. and i get lonely very easily. not horribly terribly oddly lonely. but lonely none the less. i like to have a shoulder to lean on when i'm tired. or a friend to just sit with. someone to talk to when i get scared of the dark. or a person that will try to understand my point of view. then i remembered... i have my savior. and he is all those things and more for me. he is always there. even when i screw up. or fall down. even when i feel like there is no one in this world that i want to listen, he will still open his ears and his arms. all i have to do is pray. and even if i am in a crowd of people, or all alone at home. he is always just one prayer away. always.