I think one person reading this will understand.
How did this happen?? How did we get to here? And now where do we go?
Sometimes I think there might be some hope, but how? We can't understand each other. We can't even be friends let alone good friends. Why? Do we care too much? Are we too immature?
Maybe the best thing is to just move on. This is too painful for both of us...Maybe if it drove us to God instead of up the wall, we'd make good friends, but somehow it's all a painful, swirling haze from here.
Action is the hard path, but waiting isn't going to get me anywhere. Two hands tied, both feet glued to the floor, mouth stiffled by something unnamed, how does communication progress? Somewhere God must have a plan. What is it, and how can I find it? If I survive this, I want to be stronger, closer to God, closer to you...somehow.
My friend...we should seek God together.
Este terminar o solo empezar?
To the rest of you, this isn't what you may think. But don't ask, cause it's not anything that I can explain.