Monday, April 03, 2006

I hate fighting. Conflict, arguments. Cold war. But it'll blow over, and I'll forget about it till the next time, won't I.

God, sometimes I wish I had the guts to stand up for myself.

"How much do you love me?" I asked.
"This much," He said. Then He spread out His arms and died.

How do I do Your will?

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