I feel quite sick... i'm getting over a sinus infection, but my stomach is queasy and i feel limp and foul. It's unpleasant.
I have an administrative law assignment that i really wanted to get done by tomorrow. But i'm having lots of trouble with it. I understand the basic concepts, but getting it down on paper is a lot more difficult than it sounds. It's meant to be 3000 words... i've written about 600 and am only half way through the first of three sections. It'll be a long few days until i've got it done and can focus on exam noting.
So i'm feeling pretty crappy. Haul out the world's tiniest violins.
There was another witness at church tonight. I'd heard the story before, but it gets me every time. In this story, there are lots of mistakes, distracting him from God.
I'm someone's mistake. In fact, i think i'm probably a mistake for lots of people. Not for my parents (while it's not mentioned, i think my brother was the unexpected accident), but for others. I was his mistake. And i think i'll be a mistake for someone else soon. It's not a pleasant feeling, knowing that your presence in someone's life is something that they regret.
The thing is, people like my presence at first, but gradually something goes wrong... and i become a regret. Maybe there's something toxic about me, that slowly poisons people until they just can't wait to get me the hell out of their life?
I have an administrative law assignment that i really wanted to get done by tomorrow. But i'm having lots of trouble with it. I understand the basic concepts, but getting it down on paper is a lot more difficult than it sounds. It's meant to be 3000 words... i've written about 600 and am only half way through the first of three sections. It'll be a long few days until i've got it done and can focus on exam noting.
So i'm feeling pretty crappy. Haul out the world's tiniest violins.
There was another witness at church tonight. I'd heard the story before, but it gets me every time. In this story, there are lots of mistakes, distracting him from God.
I'm someone's mistake. In fact, i think i'm probably a mistake for lots of people. Not for my parents (while it's not mentioned, i think my brother was the unexpected accident), but for others. I was his mistake. And i think i'll be a mistake for someone else soon. It's not a pleasant feeling, knowing that your presence in someone's life is something that they regret.
The thing is, people like my presence at first, but gradually something goes wrong... and i become a regret. Maybe there's something toxic about me, that slowly poisons people until they just can't wait to get me the hell out of their life?
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