this is gracelynn

Okay, I watched some russian opera just now.
It's really awesome, the singer's called Vitas, just if you wanna search it.
Oh yes, a video before I head off to more words, by the way, it's only the url, there's some problem with the embed.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68uOHsS6TlA

Something I saw from Delane's blog. Really cool.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ygJYxMP_ICY

Quite freaky too.

I guess it has some meaning in it, approach Ryan, I'm sure he has a list of what to say.

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Here goes.

Today I saw some shitfaces point and laughing, making fun of her, her size, her disability.
My heart broke, I felt like crying and yet I was seething with anger.
Why can't they show some respect.
She didn't even offend them.
So I glared, I wanted to curse, I tolerated.
Then I thought, what if she passed on, what if she never knew, never heard of Him.
What if she ends up suffering forever and it was all my fault because I had those 14 yrs but I sacrificed hersalvation for fear that she wouldn't listen, for that little confidence that she would believed.
For that little compromise, I could save a life, but I didn't.
I love her so much but I couldn't give up that little bit of pride.
I can't imagine not sleeping in the same room as her, not speaking poor dialect with her, not hearing her at all.
I'm scared of others' death rather than mine, that's not normal, but well, applied on her maybe, imagining her death affects me more than imagining my parent's death.
I hate myself.
This made no sense.
I think so much and I can't even express it, it's there but I can't force it out.