Is life really a box of chocolates? because I fail to believe so. My assorted box seems to have a couple of loose nuts (I hate nuts), and I'm gagging on them.
I know the people that actually keep up with this thing, probably think that I've turned into some kind of pessimist, but that isn't so. I still believe in God. He's still the head. I just am going through an unavoidable rough patch lately. It's just there. I can't move around it. I can't run away from it. God gave me super strength to bear it, but I want more than anything in the world to lurch it far away from where I stand.
And what's funny is, I've been writing this way- not blogging- since well before the day that I changed my life forever. Four times I've done that. But I don't regret the other three, God being number one. But it's funny how I never realized before that I wrote sadly about these things so much, before. Well, I didn't want to realize. Anyway, back to the first line of this paragraph. It's not funny. I'm drowning in hysteria here.
But hey, what else do you do when someone rips out your beating heart, kisses it and then...I can't even say the words. Unbelievable! At least, though, it'll never be turned to stone- I'll never let it. But what do you do when your mind is played with by someone who isn't even aware that their doing it? Pray and focus. But, no, what do you do when eight years of your life, a certain almost four in particular, gets demolished by Hurricane Your Choices. Undecided.
My internal battle. My internal struggle. Almost the roughest of my life, but, in the end, I WILL WIN...
So, all is well.
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