Well, i tried
I tried to keep this going, but it sure is hard to remember. Here's what you've missed:
The worst chapter of my life EVER has finally ended. I finally feel myself tearing free from the crap that's been holding me back for months. I'm actually looking foreward to service in the morning, i like meetings again. I still have a loooooong way to go, but it's at least nice to know someone is actually paying attention and cares if im moving my fat butt or not (i know there were people, im just feeling sorry for myself..sorry). Neways, im studying with rick and that's going really well. Im hoping to graduate and get baptized this summer and keep on truckin' and go from there.
Im actually glad i went through that crap because it was my taste of the world without actually being there. I know that's a stupid thing to say, but i felt what it would be like to not serve jehovah, and just realized that there's nothing there. Its empty and the fun and pleasure is so short-lived. It's gone in an instant and leaves you feeling terrible. Contrast that to the feeling you get after a meeting or service, there's no comparison.
Neway now that this self praising pity story has reached it's end, i shall retire and clean this pig house i call a home. It'll be a nice present for my mom who'll be done working soon. Ciao!
The worst chapter of my life EVER has finally ended. I finally feel myself tearing free from the crap that's been holding me back for months. I'm actually looking foreward to service in the morning, i like meetings again. I still have a loooooong way to go, but it's at least nice to know someone is actually paying attention and cares if im moving my fat butt or not (i know there were people, im just feeling sorry for myself..sorry). Neways, im studying with rick and that's going really well. Im hoping to graduate and get baptized this summer and keep on truckin' and go from there.
Im actually glad i went through that crap because it was my taste of the world without actually being there. I know that's a stupid thing to say, but i felt what it would be like to not serve jehovah, and just realized that there's nothing there. Its empty and the fun and pleasure is so short-lived. It's gone in an instant and leaves you feeling terrible. Contrast that to the feeling you get after a meeting or service, there's no comparison.
Neway now that this self praising pity story has reached it's end, i shall retire and clean this pig house i call a home. It'll be a nice present for my mom who'll be done working soon. Ciao!