Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow.
It’s all a very weird time right now—willing myself to do anything, doubting myself, doubting You, fearing You, fearing life, fearing people, fearing things. Willing myself not to be afraid, and fearing everything anyways. Showing up late to things. Or not showing up at all. Telling myself it will pass, then waiting endlessly for tomorrow.…
caring is goodbut I guess it’s true; you can care too muchabout things that don’t even matter so muchand waste your timeperfecting something so smalljust to lose your energy for much of anything at all
I really really wanted to write something today. I really really wanted to take self portraits. To be creative; to feel like myself. I keep going in and out of these waves of feeling alive and not feeling connected to that part of myself at all. This is brutally honest. It’s been one of those…
