Today... was weird. And different. And the same. And complicated. And emotional. And frustrating. And good. And bad. And tiring.
I thought I was letting God do the work, and here I am trying to take the reigns again. I'm tired of being disappointed. And letting people rob me of my joy. I'm sick of letting things get to me. And relying on certain people to make me happy. Shouldn't God alone be sufficient? Yes, He should. And that is why I am imperfect.
I wish I wouldn't let people take advantage of me, and play with my mind. But I can't help it. I'm a pushover. And I allow people to steal my joy.
Well it's time to stop. And be strong. And have joy in the fact that I am a child of God and I should trust in Him always, for he knows what will come of everything.