My life is fine; I put what I want into it. I accept whatever I get back. My life, and my pains, are my own business to work through. I don't appreciate others disecting my life. None of those people were really there when I needed it most. Instead of embracing me, I was viciously thrown to the wolves to be further attacked and assaulted.
A bit empty.
difficult. challenging. too many bumps in the road. and it is only God that is helping me stumble my way or I'd have killed myself by now.