Sometimes I hate being an adult. I hate being responsible, level-headed, clear thinking, and objective. I hate being a parent to my parent. I hate being dependable. I just want to scream at the top of my lungs "IT'S NOT FAIR!" But, was it fair for Job to lose all of his family, possessions, and health. Was it fair that Jesus had to die for my failures and sins. Life is not fair. Or is it? I want to run away but there is no where to run. I just need a hug but there is no one to hug. I just want to cry but I have no more tears. I am afraid that I am slowly becoming...
numb.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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