Displaced.
Moving around, trying to find my home.
No luck.
Each place feels lonlier than the last.
I don’t know where I want to be right now.
But that’s not quite true…
If I’m being completely honest, there’s no where I want to be right now.
I want to be no where at all.
Does that make sense?
I feel stuck.
Stuck in my job.
Stuck in this perpetual cycle of moving house.
Stuck in the relentlesss back and forth of loving and hating myself.
Just so stuck.
Tired.
So tired of feeling lost.
So tired of feeling insignificant.
So tired of feeling not good enough.
Constantly fighting between my mind and my spirit.
My vision and sight.
My reality and my faith.
Frequently feeling that there remains little point in anything.
Fighting so hard to live for what?
Why did God make it that humanity had to be so fucked up, in order for Him to be so good?
You may beg to differ
Nonetheless, it frequently feels this way to me
But God.
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