Can't exactly help it can we?
Week by week, it's funny how my heart beats itself up - torn between feelings, not knowing which to feel. Aimless. I don't know how _____'s to do it, but i struggle in my heart everytime i see or hear about _____. A good day turns around immediately, smiles suddenly becomes a facade, and that rock that gained mass over time is burdening my heart. It's funny how you have the ability to play your very own tune on my heartstrings even though it might not be music to my ears. But it's going nowhere really. I told ****** that i was super skeptical about _____ (inserts some day here), and it did, once again leave me with mixed feelings. I think a small little booboo makes all the great happy things seem smaller than that boobooo. Anyone can identify with that? Ah, i've been telling myself, get over and done with. Hur, and people still ask why the heck am i holding onto something that i know will NOT come my way. Honestly i asked myself that too, and i dont know. During the week i tell myself i've done it, i'm moving on. But come the week, i realise that i can't and i haven't. And you know what it does, it only brings me back to comparisons, to inadequecies, to all that i cannot be but want to be. It's been a long battle with God, asking for restoration, for healing of hearts and for confidence and breaking of the lies that im not good enough. Trust me, i've tried; really did.

Well i guess you wldnt be reading this anyway. & thats why this is here.


" What if i told you, it was all meant to be? Would you believe me, would you agree? "

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