GOD,
I AM SAD BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE I FAILED.
I DRANK THE KOMBUCHA. (BUT M. SAID IT WAS OKAY. JUST TO TELL OPA THE TRUTH!)
WHICH I DID BUT IT IS NOT M.'S FAULT THAT I ALLWAYS WANT TO IMPLICCATE HER SO THAT I CAN BLAME HER WHEN THE CHIPS FALL WHERE THEY MIGHT.
BUT STILL, I KNOW THAT I AM NOT SUPPOSED TO DRINK ANYTHING WITH EVEN A TRACE OF ALCOHOL BUT IT HAD BEEN SO LONG AND I WAS SO EXCITED LIKE I MIGHT BE ABLE TO ENJOY IT AGAIN.
I DID ENJOY IT. TWO OF THEM WERE KNOCKED OVER BY M. (ON ACCIDENT?)
I WANT TO DRINK MORE KOMBUCHAS BUT THE SUPPOSED PROBLEM IS THAT I WON'T BE ABLE TO STOP IF I HAVE ONE. I HAD TWO AND IT WAAS NO PROBLEM. I DIDN'T LOSE MY MIND + BRAIN!
BUT THE PROGRAM REQUIRES THAT I NOT DO IT MY WAY AND TO DO IT GODS WAY, WHICH DOESN'T SUCK, AND IS AWESOME, BUT IS HARD TO ACCEPT BECAUSE I HAVE AN OBSESSION OF THE BRAIN AND THE MIND THAT FOCUSES ONLY ON DEATH AND HOW TO GET IT.
I HAVE TO ACCEPT THAT I MUST BE KOMBUCHA-FREE IF I WANT TO LIVE A SOBER LIFESTYLE.
PLEASE GET OUT OF MY WAY GOD. I AM TRYING MY BEST TO WORK THIS PROGRAM TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY AND GOD JUST KEEPS GETTING IN THE WAY. WHAT CAN GOD DO ABOUT THIS GOD?
SILENTLY ANONYMOUS,
-THE ARCHER
WE HAVE TO LIVE IN A LITTLE AMBIGUITY (DISINTEREST? DISBELIEF? HOW DOES THIS MEAN?)