and god said, “My children, all you need to do is pray for my protection and I’ll be there. But if that doesn’t work, try using this gun with my son’s image on it.”
today has been hard. i cried driving home while listening to the trapeze swinger. i thanked my friends for being who they are, and now i am extremely upset. i don't really have anyone to talk to about anything. this feeling, the gut wrenching pit in my stomach, won't go away.
