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I feel as though everything in my life is fake. Nothing I do is worth anything and that I am failing. When I think back over each day it feels as tough I am watching a movie or a dream. It is as though I wake up in the evening only to look back at the day as a dream. I feel as though I have no identity and that my heart is all wrong. Sarah and I talked a long time about it tonight, and she has felt the same way but not as intensely. I rarely blame much on the adversary, but for the last three weeks it feels as though we are in the middle of a light fire fight. Thanks to the systematic class, I love God even more for this "season". Just wanted to write this out. A lot more there is, but feel like writing more I do not. (that was Yoda talk) Have a great day. Love ya.