So david asked me for a prayer request today.
(can u guess which david? hahaha)
It was honestly so sweet. I mean … the thought of someone praying for you is honestly the most blessed feeling. Prayer is talking to the King and you would spend your time talking about something that troubles me? I’m not saying I’m special because he asked me, I’m saying he’s just amazing for asking at all.
What a lovely soul.
It pisses me off that when I tell my friends things, they literally chew it up and spit it out.
ESCUCHAME POR FAVOR.
They hear me but they don’t LISTEN and I’m tired of screaming louder and louder to be heard. I’m TIRED okay? My recovery hasn’t exactly been EASY.
I would love to hear my friend’s problems. My advice kind of sucks but at least I listen, at least I try, at least I won’t tell anyone.
People are dying from over thinking. They fill their brains with harsh thoughts and it brings the body down too. Chances are no one thinks as bad about you than you.
im pretty sure somebody hid the final paragraph of my essay on a shelf i cant reach, but i dont want to jump to conclusions
IS THIS REAL.
LETS ALL APPRECIATE FOR A MOMENT THAT THE UNIVERSE EVOLVED JUST RIGHT TO MAKE THIS PUN POSSIBLE
I need to stop feeling sorry for myself.
Instead of wiping away your tears, wipe away the people who made you cry