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despite all the rain;

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

im just sick of things. sick of you, telling me what to do, how to do things all the time. its not like i dont make mistakes. i know im christian. i know how im supposed to act. but im human too. yeah, so im not as mature as you. whatever. you dont even know me. who i really am. so stop acting like you're so great because you arent. you're human too. stop being a nag. you have no right to. dont lecture me.

i dont care if i sound mean, because you dont know him. you dont know me. how'd you know how i'd feel or anything.

stop acting like you're so perfect. because you're human, and you sin too. because you're not God, even if you try to.

i suppose this will add to my superbly long list of sins. i dont care. not now.

the giving up is the hardest part.