Sometimes. I'm just scared. just worried. Uncertain and unsure about...life...and every confusing and distressing thing about it. The constant battles and arguments that go on inside me head are purely exhausting. And I usually come up with nothing...nothing's clearer. Sometimes I want to call time out. But no. That's not an option. Life doesn't give you time for that.
In the end... God.
In the end... He cares for me.
In the end... I can give all my cares and worries and fears and troubled thoughts and troubled dreams and confusions to Him..... Why do I choose to be troubled?
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