Well, that was unexpected.
The weirdest things excite me. I love that, I guess. It keeps me guessing as to what I like.
I just want to be happy. I don’t want to feel this damn lonely. I wish I had friends, but I guess that’s too much to ask. I hate myself. I hate everything about me. Don’t tell me to turn to God because quite frankly I’m so damn done with that. I’m tired of all that. I’m tired of church. I’m tired of having my faith shaken and then thrust back into a church I don’t necessarily is right. I’m tired of always feeling like a bad person. I’m just so tired, but I won’t stop going. ‘Cause, baby, fake it ‘til you make it, right?
Several things I question as whether I believe them or not:
I wish I had a crystal ball to see what my future holds.
