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p l e a s e e x p l a i n . .i wonder why people don't like me. i know i'm not completely lonely. i have friends. i have family. but it's them that make me realize how lonely i really am. nobody ever invites me out. i'm never asked to parties, gatherings, or anything of the sort.i'm nowhere near popular... i'm not pretty. people make that clear to me. no boys chasing after me...
Happiness?I used to knowthe meaning of the word.Happy . . .Now though,I'm quite unsure.My world falls to piecesall around me.And yours . . .yours is built up.I've made mistakes.We all have.But what have I doneto deserveunhappiness?I thought I wasdoing good.So why can't Iremember the meaningof the wordHAPPY?
As He PreachesShe sat there as he peachednot understanding much any of it.She wasn't raised in churchand she'll never understand the customs.This is awkward for hersitting here while they all pray.She's not offended by itshe's not against it.It's just not her way of doing things.She was invited to a partyso she went.She didn't know she was in for this."The first step, is to invite Jesus in."the man says.but it's all foreign to her.She looks around her and seeseveryone with heads bowedand with silent moving lips.It's so different.She doesn't pray.She's never "let Jesus in"but they are making her think.Should she believe?Should she pray?She doesn't even know if it would help.It's only awkward for her,sitting there and listening to the man on stagepreach.