Do I belong?
It's been a tough week. I don't exactly know why. I think its a compilation of a bunch of things. Should it have been a tough week? Probably not. But, like my good friend tells me a lot, it was my choice. I chose to dwell on things. I chose to worry about things. I chose to make things ten times worse then what they should have been. It was my choice! Does that make it any better? Nope! Now, don't get me wrong, there were times that I did have fun, but was always arguing with myself and not letting myself be free of the struggles inside my head. I'm back to struggling with the question, "Do I belong?" Do I belong here, right here,right now? Through all of my screw ups, through all the hearts I feel like I've torn apart, through the friendships that I can't seem to get a handle on, through the love from others that I can't take. This morning I felt like I didn't belong at church, I've screwed up so much, I shouldn't have even walke