I was not meant to be lazy, but I am. And what I am, I do not like. But it's not me I should not like, for I was not meant to be lazy.
I think. Therefore I write.
Feelings for an old flame come and go. Not to act on them is my sure hope.
My problem may no longer be with God. But rather with myself; for not wanting to do what God commands has put me in this state. And though unhappy as I may be, it's not with God I could be angry. But only with myself. I think thats why I started smoking.
This world is crazy; and I'm unhealthy.