Thursday, May 12, 2005 walk in my shoes & feel this pain.
i've got to count my blessings. i am luckier then the starving kids in africa & those who do not have a shelter above their heads.
so does this mean that i can't have my own problems? that i cannot doubt God & feel he abandoned me? i need him but why don't i sense God? answer just one of my many prayers to show me you're there, please?
i hurt more each day but no one is there for me. close friends are all too busy & i'm left to deal with problems my own way. when you see how i deal with them, don't interfere cos you weren't there when i needed you. what's done cannot be undone. i should shut up now. cut. cut. cut.
-praying
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