Chapter 5
Ok, I'll admit it: originally, I wasn't going to add this bit. It's so tempting to just add the parts that make me look good. The parts that say "look at me! I've got all my junk in order." But the truth is, I don't. I get lost just like everyone else. I loose my temper, my eyes spill over, and my heart gets broken. But, I know GOD is watching over me. I know that he's with me and he'll help me out of whatever hole I dig myself into. I know that he'll mold and chip me into someone far better than the 'perfect person' I use as a mask. Even if it hurts. Even if I can't see it.
Plus, if my entire day was all smiles and giggles, who would want to read it? So, without further ado, here's what I wrote in science class this morning when the rest of the class was taking notes. (Sorry?)
Dear GOD,
Please help me. I just don't know how to categorize this guy. He's nosy and annoying and offensive. He acts like he cares for a split second before he says something that makes me want to explode. What the heck did I do to him? Help me. He makes me want to scream and shout like no one else has ever before. Why should I care what he thinks? Why does he care? Please, help me. Tell me what to do. I don't want to be affected by him. I shouldn't be affected by him. It's stupid, I know. But [insert male name of choice] is such a [insert curse(or not curse) word(s) of choice]. I can't stand him. I don't want to be anywhere near him. And why won't she(science teacher) just let me rant for a bit? I need to sometime. Man, I'm a mess today. Please, GOD, can you help me?
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