Some days I feel sad about it.
Some days I feel in love with everything else.
Some days I just say "fuck them, they don't even care that they hurt me."
But then some days I just want to call because i miss them; I want to let it all go and be friends once more.
Some days I'm mad at Jesus, for letting it be like this. For leaving me to hurt.
But then some days I am amazed at how he reaches out to me in the midst of my pain, my brokenness; when I am rejecting him, when I'm sure we've gone so far beyond repair, and I know I'm drowning... he reaches out to save me.
Some days I am a brat... and yet He still chooses to bless me... its really amazing; and today I am so thankful for that.