Remote

I'm working remotely from home. I'm starting to hate this town now...san luis obispo. There's nothing left in it for me anymore. The people I cared about most have passed judgments on me...that may have sparked up from a truth...but they aren't true. People are making assumptions on my other relationships with other people...they have no idea what they're talking about. I wanted to shatter the glass in my hand against a wall, but I knew I was stronger than that. So I let myself stare at the glass for another minute to imagine it in a million pieces, pulled myself together, and went on with my day.

I can't care about people anymore. They don't know what they do to me. I can't tell if I'm getting stronger through all this, or weaker every time. God wants me to love them anyways...and the funny thing is, that's not the hard part. Is that my weakness, that I still love them anyways (not love love, but care about them love)? It seems like my downfall. How ironic.