I walk this campus. Not a freind in sight. I have none. I don’t have good grades. I don’t have freinds. I don’t have family here. I don’t have anyone’s shoulder to cry on. That is okay. Because all I need is God walking with me.
This is a terrible thing…
Literally a love/hate relationship. Literally.
I walk in the room and I see your shoes by the door. I sigh out of being pissed off. Why are you here. Then I realized… Why am I here.
We are all weak.
I need this. LORD, for I am brokenhearted. For my spirit is crushed..