pass this cup from me. i hate writing papers.
please show me mercy. this is not the kind of suffering
i want to endure. migraines caused by going in circles,
finding long articles written by the intelligently superior
who are quite skilled at hiding the information you need
for sources in a sea of pages. and by a professor that clearly
does not care about whether or not his students succeed
as long as...rant rant rant rant rant rant rant.
shut up, boy.
put away munchkin for a while. drop all the distractions
of youtube and facebook just for the night. breathe.
have a little more confidence in your ability to write.
i know, i know. what you are writing about may not be as
exciting to you as writing about Jesus or the bible or all
things Christian, but you can view this as worship still.
in all you do, do your best and never give up. honor Him.
gosh, i hate it when i'm right.
no wait. no you don't. i mean no i don't.
"sometimes i have these dialogues in my head
between me and myself. you know what i mean?"
"you mean thinking?"
"wha- hmm...wait a minute. that is thinking!
esther, you are a genius! i never thought of it like that."
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the dialogues in my head, the nostalgias of yesterday
