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These past couple of weeks were the angst I'd been missing in my life for months now. Most of it was compounded in the last few days. There's all this sadness and anger and disappointment I'm used to when dealing with the familiar thing, and something I felt was God's sign to revisit this past ended up hurting me again. How can that happen? The greater part is that I deal with these things slightly better nowadays because of God in my life - somehow there's a peacefulness and a satisfaction more with Him and when put alongside any other relationship (however rewarding I thought it to be in the past) it doesn't convince me the latter is worth incessantly harrassing and violently resuscitating back to life as I used to do.

Now to drag myself to work and try not to spend my day wishing I could curl up in my sadness on my bed instead.