God,
M. might be out of artillery.
Gretchen keeps asking for monies and I am not supposed to?
God must be in control of this situation? (I feel?)
But it seems like ugly forces are doing it. I don't feel like this is just?
But I am also unconditionally willing to accept these situations of monieslessnes.
Can God increase my unknowing heartlessness?
I am out of ideas . . . I am dead.
I'm just in the in-between.
Neither dead nor not-dead, neither here nor there, neither up nor down neither left nor right neither east nor west. And that is a really spooky feeling.
I don't know where I am.
M. just has these guilt buttons. I think it is her lasst weapon? It hurts my butthole. Somehow?
Can God accept that I don't know what to do? Can God cure me as a workaholic engine of behavior mechanisms?
I made it not to church today but I got up.
Silently Anonymous,
-The Archer
Unnecessarily mean.