I have issues

Don't we all.

I am the one with the issues of judgement. Whenever I walk into my high school, I fell like I can't really be who I am, because no one will give me a chance to show them who I really am.

I hate cliques. With a fiery passion.

All they do is hurt, kill, and DESTROY.

But who am I to say. I enjoy my times in my little gatherings of friends as well

Oh Geeze.

Why can't God communicate with us a little better.

I wish I knew what to do, what to say, what to believe. It's so hard sometimes to just get through the day without him.

I have no fancy schmancy words to explain my relationship with him. Point is, He saved me when I was in desperate need of a Savior.

His life is the only life I (try) to live for.

I want to believe fully in His saving grace and that he see's and know's everything and that he will give me wisdom if I ask in faith.

Oh the melancholy that I slump myself into.

All I can do is just....breathe.

And that is so unsettling to me.