Good morning God. Sun. Shine. Again. Thank you.
I’m trying to control this thing, trying to get answers, pursuing rather than trusting. Help me to let it go as I have done all I can in my power and now it’s up to you. 625 more words
Existential angst… ripping my insides out… this feeling of someone punched me in the guts and there’s nothing I can do to make it go away and I’m wondering and half crying and wishing and hoping and wanting to talk to someone flesh on about things and I think of my dad but here’s not home and I don’t know what to do with it all. 125 more words