I don’t like when people condemn others like they don’t make mistakes. My mother does it all the time. Like if she makes a mistake, we are all suppose to say it’s okay and move on. However, if I make a mistake it is the end of the world, I am official doomed for failure, my life is over. Even if it’s not a big thing, if I make a mistake— just cut my head off.
He whispers His promises of restoration into my soul. “I will resurrect your broken heart.” His whispers are like rushing waters in this barren place.
I just need a day off from reality, just a day without people, problems, and all the bullshit that runs through my mind.
What do you call someone who is obsessed with the moon