I think I am beginning to realize that, if I am to move forward, I must do so without "a room of my own." Io sono cercando per un posto che non esiste. I keep trying to claim for myself a tiny nook in time and space, whether it be the desire for intimacy, proficiency in a video game, or achievement in academics. I am to be in this world, but not of it, an alien in a country not my own.
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I honestly hope you are disturbed by my words. I spit a truth that does not become any less true when it rocks your world and robs you of security.
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I was eating Honey Bunches of Oats with Almonds, and one of the almond bits stabbed me in the throat from within while I was swallowing.
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Because my abilities are not being utilized to serve the LORD, it is only fitting that they are disappearing.
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