the depth of my heart surprised me. i think i have trained myself after periods of severe pain to stay above a certain level, to live where everyone else lives. and so far, it's been working out, i guess. i am productive, i can hold a job, i can serve people, teach people, do things. i can laugh and not think.
i stopped thinking.
that is what happened. i just live; i just exist. i follow God but. oh i am scared i have made so many things up. i am scared there is a real self, the consciously-unknown self, the self that longs for someone to love me, for my parents to love me...
i cried last night. over my life, my unwritten future that i think and live as if it is written. God is writing it. but i am scared. the feeling of being alone and lost.
if God exists, everything will be worth it in the end.
if He does not, then what's the point of living at all?
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