jesus the pruner
"But I am incapable, I am weak, I am stubborn, and childish, I am tired, and my armpits stink because I did not shower today. I am not okay. I am not civilized, not polite, not gentle. I mope around with school hanging over my head like a flippin piano about to fall. No, I am not good at life. No, I'm not good at recieving from God. No, I'm not good at spelling either. I am being humbled out of my mind. So I have life, because I'm losing it. It's not pretty. Dying was never supposed to be. Jesus the pruner."
I have no direction at the moment, no indicators of what I will be doing five years from now, a year, tomorrow. And I'm okay with that.
I have no direction at the moment, no indicators of what I will be doing five years from now, a year, tomorrow. And I'm okay with that.