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To Whom it May Concern:
What can I do to help you? I just don't understand. I try to show you that I love you. I try to live a good life so you can see that it is possible to have integrity. I try so hard to be freakin perfect so I don't let you down like everyone else has. I'm not perfect; trying just gives me more ways to fail. I know you know this, I sometimes even think you like it when I mess up because it fits your worldview of doom and despair. You complain about those who have hurt you or your friends but no one else is perfect either; what do you expect? I know that the ones who make a display of misery get the most sympathy; you often suffer in silence when your world is crashing in until you start journaling. That is one thing we share; we feel much more than we let on. Just as you hurt when your friends hurt, it slices my heart when I know of your pain; that doesn't mean I don't want to know. Don't shut us out because despite the way you feel at the time, there are tons of people who truly love and care about you. Not everyone knows how to express such feelings. We don't come from a very affectionate family, verbally or physically, but they love us and truly want what is best for us. The world we live in is a world full of conflict that never ends. We experience internal conflict when we make daily decisions both big and small, we come into conflict with our friends, with society and its unwritten rules, and with our bodies which always seem to let us down when we need them to pull through. All battles leave us with scars, but those scars can become battle wounds that we can remember with pride. Why? Because we never gave up the fight. Actions speak louder than words but words, once spoken can never be taken back. I love you, even if I don't know how to show it either. Don't ever go away forever. I couldn't bear it. You are created in the image of God. That alone makes you so incredibly marvelous that you are held above the rest of creation. We all get down; keep getting back up. We are weak but He is strong. Not you are weak, but we are all weak. We are weak but He is strong. We are weak but He is strong.
"I know that you can do all things; no plan of yours can be thwarted. You asked, 'Who is this that obscures my counsel without knowledge?' Surely I spoke of things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me to know. You said, 'Listen now, and I will speak; I will question you and you shall answer me.' My ears had heard of you but now my eyes have seen you. Therefore I despise myself and repent in dust and ashes." Job 42:2-6
What can I do to help you? I just don't understand. I try to show you that I love you. I try to live a good life so you can see that it is possible to have integrity. I try so hard to be freakin perfect so I don't let you down like everyone else has. I'm not perfect; trying just gives me more ways to fail. I know you know this, I sometimes even think you like it when I mess up because it fits your worldview of doom and despair. You complain about those who have hurt you or your friends but no one else is perfect either; what do you expect? I know that the ones who make a display of misery get the most sympathy; you often suffer in silence when your world is crashing in until you start journaling. That is one thing we share; we feel much more than we let on. Just as you hurt when your friends hurt, it slices my heart when I know of your pain; that doesn't mean I don't want to know. Don't shut us out because despite the way you feel at the time, there are tons of people who truly love and care about you. Not everyone knows how to express such feelings. We don't come from a very affectionate family, verbally or physically, but they love us and truly want what is best for us. The world we live in is a world full of conflict that never ends. We experience internal conflict when we make daily decisions both big and small, we come into conflict with our friends, with society and its unwritten rules, and with our bodies which always seem to let us down when we need them to pull through. All battles leave us with scars, but those scars can become battle wounds that we can remember with pride. Why? Because we never gave up the fight. Actions speak louder than words but words, once spoken can never be taken back. I love you, even if I don't know how to show it either. Don't ever go away forever. I couldn't bear it. You are created in the image of God. That alone makes you so incredibly marvelous that you are held above the rest of creation. We all get down; keep getting back up. We are weak but He is strong. Not you are weak, but we are all weak. We are weak but He is strong. We are weak but He is strong.
"I know that you can do all things; no plan of yours can be thwarted. You asked, 'Who is this that obscures my counsel without knowledge?' Surely I spoke of things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me to know. You said, 'Listen now, and I will speak; I will question you and you shall answer me.' My ears had heard of you but now my eyes have seen you. Therefore I despise myself and repent in dust and ashes." Job 42:2-6