You can't fix me. I wish you could. I wish I could see what you see when you look at me, because then I might be able to accept your words in that deep down place.
I am not you. GOODNESS, I am not you. And I am SICK TO DEATH of the majority of people around me, both inside and outside the Christian community, assuming I should be more like you. I am not and never will be. SO THERE (imagine childish foot-stamping here). And you know what, Christian nice girl, … Continue reading Dear Christian nice girl,
Thanks for documenting every painful, humorous, trivial and excruciatingly terrible detail of life in your journals. They provide endless hours of amusement when re-reading them, as well as some moments of pride at bursts of unexpected maturity. If I could, I would sit next to you and say only four words: "It's gonna be OK." Or at least, … Continue reading Dear high school/college self,