It's funny how things play out.
I never really had a good life myself. Not so much suffering from physical pain. This is childish I know. But you, oh you, HAVE YOU had unfufillment issues? No? I didn't think so. Like, I'm extreme unfufillment. It's a mental leech.
So here we are. I am broken.
Praise nights are nice for this sort of thing. I get to praise God, right? It's always great to hear a sermon and praise freely.
But I'm scared. My thoughts are vile, violent, corrupt. I hate them and they always interrupt every single day of my life.
Still I'm glad I got to see other believers. New people are always a treat. But shouldn't I hang out with people then?
Ha, well I suppose I can't.
I've been told recently by big bro that I'm defined by my own choices. Which is true, except, I love fun too much. I DON'T believe I have that sort of power given to me, to overcome fun.
I have too issues simply because I'm stubborn.
