maybe that’s why I don’t have much to say.
it’s all such a blur to me.
And I’m still grappling with the fact that this world is imperfect.
EVEN WITH and maybe especially more so where things are supposed to be injected and immersed in supposed ‘Godly goodness’.
Somehow it hurts more when you’re let down.
But who says you’re allowed to expect more just coz?
Maybe the christianity I’ve been thought has been sugared with onetoomany fairy tales and empty promises.
I’m talking about the conduits by the way.
Not God.
But maybe I am.
