my brother left for japan today and won't be back for a month it's kinda sad for me because he just got home from school and i feel like i've had no real time with him to catch up and just hang out.. just be stupid like we always are together tonight, my one prayer request is that he gets there safely it's hour 9 of his 13 hour flight now.. hard times for real but i just want him and his team to get there safe and i also pray that the mission work they do through music ministry this summer will reach the people of japan in a way that they most desperately need finally, i pray that he'll come home to us soon, and that me and my siblings can start to rebuild our friendships with each other to what they used to be saying bye to my family over and over now that we're all growing up is getting harder and harder each time i guess i'm just realizing how fast life is progressing it used to be this leisurely stroll in the park now it's this friggin bullet train that does seem to stop for anything and i don't really know how to adapt to all these changes that seem to be coming faster and faster all i know is that God has a plan for us and i'll be counting down the days till june 8 when i can finally be with my whole family again there's nothing i hate more than being away from the people i love the most especially my siblings, my very best friends;
but i didn't even realize that i actually might care a little bit that awkward moment when jokes become for real;
why does it feel like i'm always the one listening and no one is every listening to me. i realize that there are different kinds of people in the world, and i am more than aware that i fall into the "fixer" category. i listen, they talk. i fix things, they feel better, i feel good for helping, everyone is happy. but i'm not! i know i have people that are truly there to support me and that i can always go to if i ever need a shoulder to cry on, our just a patient ear. but i still can't help but feel like my problems aren't as important and their's and that if i try to unload, it'll just pile on top of everyone else's already loaded shoulders. i try sometimes, only to realize that i can't do it, because the overwhelming urge i have to help others, before myself, takes over. and i'm left with my problems, piled underneath burdens that i will willingly carry for the people that i care about, no matter how it makes me feel.