One of these days, I will learn to stop expecting people to be anything other than who they are. My life is filled with family who truly love me, but are emotionally unavailable; and friends that care for me, yet are totally incapable of emotional support. Yet, at moments of despair, I turn to these people, only to be disappointed. Is that not the very essence of insanity? Sometimes, I get so worked up inside of my own thoughts and fears, that I can't talk to God and worse, can't clarity enough to hear from God. It's often a pretty lonely road.
The sun will rise soon. Too bad, I can't stay in bed until then.
Break-Ins and Murder
9 years ago