it's all part of the plan
Mother of lucky I feel ya
it's like i spend my whole life building castles of sand too close to the shoreline, knowing perfectly well that the ocean would come to claim them before long, yet not knowing how to move further up

~_~ i'd say i couldn't care less but the throbbing vacuum of darkness that is my heart suggests otherwise

why is it that i never matter to people who matter to me??? gets kinda lonely and boring and stuff not to mention it's really loserly ha ha ha



i ... don't dare to open kik anymore i don't want to acknowledge the messages i don't want to ever reply them even though i want to ... wait that doesn't make sense

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But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.