sometimes i wonder why everything happens to me
i know that's not really the case
but it feels like it.
how could two months of my life be so screwed up?
if God thinks i can handle it, then fine.
but what if i can't?
what if God thinks too highly of me and i disappoint Him?
i know He'd still love me the same
but i don't want to be a constant failure to God.
but at least i know one thing i'm good at now -
taking care of people.
it's honestly not that bad.
what i'd give to have her back so i could take care of her again.