Hello and ok

I felt sometimes like I was in a pure haze.

I misguided a few strays,

I weirdly come up with demonic without hesitating on the repercussions.

I felt attracted to a sarcastic undertone.

I literally seek for a light that should be within.

I find grace in digital mission hunting and gaming language begins to annoy me.

I take more than I can eat but then again, I forget I’m allowed to eat.

Permission in generosity is allowed to be done.

I can’t control what others say or when I hear it, and sometimes it forms a train so fast there is no control of grounding until I sell it.

I wish for warm days and hot skies, cold working temperatures and less rumble in my voice and not so croaky.

Not taking time to heal and rest is a sin of mine.

I go into overdrive when I start down a bad decision that could be fueled by addiction.

I enjoy dogs and young bright minds.

I envy but sympathize with couples as a single adult.

I have fun with pretend and taking care of myself feels better in the long run.

Not having support makes some days a battle.

Money is my fear, because I never have a future store unless I can get control of the excitement about gaining or earning some.

I give a lot more than I should of my advice and belongings I worked to attain.

8 is a number I tend to attribute to a woman that I probably shouldn’t have trusted and so freely protected and graced.

My home was usually the most intimate homey space I could thrive in because I worked hard to get out of my parents home after a long stretch of inactivity and recovery.

I think that judgement in criticism is only a tool we should use when it can be applied constructively and not taken as a weapon.

I give myself space to pace myslife over a longer period of time than I can fathom at this age.

The computers we have aren’t smart, they’re reflecting what we put into them, over time, and don’t actually have any sentience but that act as idols of God sometimes.

I love to enjoy superpower imaginative moments and gracing others with my blessings that I really deserve to keep myself and to a secret.

I know there’s a way to create privacy but it’s not easy after you begin to doubt people or their intentions. And this only happens when I’m not trusting myself first.

My dad gave me many good words of wisdom that are for discipline, which is a form of love.

My mom listens to what I say and tries to help me get closer to who I need to be with a more gentle approach.

Until I don’t learn, because I feel really elated because I am normally rebelling out of some form of unacceptable childishness.

I give God space to be present in my life.

I probably create more avenues to darkness than I even could get out in a respectable amount of time people have at once to talk or coach me.

I may have been hurt but that doesn’t mean I need to hurt myself or punish myself.

Anger is brought on by mistakes I make expecting perfection which is a word that has a hugely lateral definition and changes all the time.

The last thoughts of musing about life’s purpose are not always helpful and are a function of a past I can’t change if I don’t come back to the present.

I do feel like I’m preaching to a bookshelf.

And I have a lot of Bibles on those shelves.

I may always be right, but that doesn’t mean it’s right to be wrong.

Wow, I think I made a point there. Self destruction is not a platter you should serve to unwelcome guests.

You should welcome guests.

Overlaps in thinking can be the most overwhelming. I’m just shooting off random sentences at 6am and writing to myself prophecy, so I better tell you to have a great day and do what you want and be the man God designed and find a more suitable choice of female response statements you make. You don’t have to disown your parents or sister and at some point you breakthrough and get ahead again. Some jealousy is normal and you have to get the psych ward out of your head somehow. It’s a fort, a village, a castle, a home, not a prison or cell. She is more right than I know how the last one works. Click. Click. Click. It’s like a bulletproof skin frame I need with all the questions I take from the silence. If that’s safe to assume. And I will be ok nothing more should pass my mind after I hit the clear bullet towards someone else for a change, or just the sky as a firing gun.