Sometimes I wish I didn't know anything at all. Then I can be left alone to pursue God in faith.

Isn't it hypocritical of me when I ask my sister not to dig her ears and let the wax just come out naturally, when I do it all the time? I feel sort of bitter and guilty, as if unforgiven, and not willing to give all the world up, my current lifestyle, as if I'm stuck in the muck and can't get unstuck.

It's been a hard time these few days. Torrents of doubts. I keep taking things and their bloggability, like authors/poets and how everything can be written about.

Just saying this so that you (whoever YOU are reading this now) will understand the snappiness and unhappiness in my tone. (:( <-- like the sad mime mask.