I want to have
this recorded before I forget tomorrow morning. My dad felt rather unloved,
coming from a family of chaos pretty much. My mother had trauma and anger built
inside of her from lots of life events. My family isn’t as Christian loving
family as I thought they were. We’re a dysfunctional family. No wonder I’m a
sociopath.
God, why do you
show us perfection if we’re nowhere near it, if we’ll never be able to reach
it?
I guess it doesn’t
matter anymore though. Maybe perfection isn’t what we were here for, yet it is
so favorable. It looks so appealing.
But I know,
perfection only exists after this life, only with God. So I’ll wait.
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