Why do I feel so guilty? Why do I need love from people, when God's already given His perfect love to me? Why do I want the wrong things?
Why do I want things that don't make any sense? Why do I think things that hurt me? Why do I obsess and cling and cry and hope and wait?
Why do I think some earthly thing will make me happy? Why do I need to be happy on my own terms? Why can't I just let this go, like everything else? Why do I need this?
Why do I think I'm alone when I'm not? Why do I think people care, when they don't? Why do I want to be known?
A very questioning evening. No answers, just disappointment, frustration, and guilt. Beating hearts and senselessness.
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