I don't get why I'm so mean to people even though I really like them. much of what comes out of my mouth when I talk about others are complaints, criticism, or judgement. and then when I actually hear what I'm saying, I realize that it's not really how I feel at all. I like everybody. Most people do not think so, but I do. There is not one person that I do not end up liking after I get to know them. So let me get to know you, so I can like you and admire you. Why is it so hard for us to express how we really feel and think?
I wish you could eat my spirit and throw it back up so that you could understand me more clearly. I don't mind having myself completely digested, broken down, and made available for everyone I know to see.
But, then again, I know that before I become able to let you see it, I must learn to let God see me-- in the form of the disgusting Harry Potter vomit jellybean.
Then of your journals: Don't leave it in your will to burn them. :).
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