I've spent the last several years trying to give my family hope and cheer because better times are coming. Yet here I am, awake all night without a single ounce of hope for myself. I'm tired of this world and its bullshit theatrics, tired of stupid fucking secret societies trying to play god, tired of all the demonic influences in every little aspect of life. What a silly life. All anon ever wanted was a simple life, nothing extravagant, nothing of excess, and even that is too much to ask for.
I'm a weak anon, I know. Not all of us were designed to be strong. I never felt like I belonged here and every day that passes makes it more apparent. Carry on though, I just don't have anyone else to cry to.
I've been praying for that everyday now. My human spirit and flesh still suffer. I pray He comes back soon.
I wouldn't be able to do that even if I sold everything, unfortunately.