i’m so tired of breathing. i’ve been told to tie a knot and hang on. i’ve been told to stand. i’ve been told to keep fighting. i’ve been told to minister to those around me. I can do none of them. I’m just laying here broken and battered and my only struggle is to just keep breathing. I’m hurt. I’m filled with anger and hate. I’ve heard the worst part about Hell is the complete absence of Gods presence. Then all thats lacking is the flames. I don’t want to keep praying. I have nothing left to fight for. My physical health is wonderful. I’ll probably live to be old. Thats what I have to look forward to. I have family who loves me beyond belief. But their kindnesses are like those shown to a stranger. I see them. and appreciate them for what they are. I’m too tired and bitter to keep praying. I can’t pray for strength or grace or mercy. I have no hope. How can I pray for vengenace when I’m the worst of everyone? I have no recourse. For all hope to be taken. For every vestige of hope to be completely removed is a terrible thing. To know that those that hurt me all are happy in their lives. I’ve fallen. I’ve failed. But the people I was most loyal to and helped the most have their pleasure in completely destroying me. I hate all of them. All I know now is pain and hate.
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