Right, so, in brief, I have absolutely no idea what I am doing with myself. I am angry. I am tired. Exhausted, in fact. I am confused. I am faithless. I am scared. I am running.
Which is ironic. God made me to run, as Liddle once said. Except, I think I'm running to wrong way.
1 comment:
The wrong way?
Sounds really tough. Am thinking of you.
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