B. C. Straight

Things are not really going to well for me. I mean life is good, I love where I’m at right now, its other things that is not good, if you get that good.

I want to post phone my story. I am not in the mood to write. Sorry Ehud, I promise, no I won’t promise cuz unlike God mine will sheter (know I miss spell) your hopes. Things are just not in the right place to me to concentrate right at his moment.

What I have been thinking:

Who am I to tell what is God’s plan for another?

I’m healthy, but I’m not healthy.

Been thinking more than I’ve eaten in days. A few days ago, I went camping myself by a river (with no food) just so that I could stay up and think. I’ve think and thought, but I can’t share it at the moment.

I’ve been running and working out, but the more I do, I feel my body is falling apart. “I’m falling apart. Barely breathing cuz of broken heart that still beating and the pain, is there healing?” Lifehouse, Broken.

Why is it physical pain heals faster than emotional, if I may call?