I thought I'd try this thing out again, mainly because I left my journal in my car and I don't feel like going and getting it.
I am inducing a spiritual detox. I've gone numb, and with the numbness, ironically, has come an overflow of painful emotions of the past, and fears based on this past, which I had so successfully given away to the positive winds of faith. This moment of ungodliness has driven me to boundaries I had sworn I'd never again come within miles of, let alone breach like I've been doing lately. I don't want to get close to that old, ghost of a human, and I sure in hell don't want anyone close to me to see it. I feel a bit broken and lost. But I know that if I just ask, things can be undone.
Jesus, your loving kindness is better than life itself, better than life itself
Crazy Plastic Couches are Cool
(look at that alliteration)
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