hrm.
is this really where i should be next year, living in this house.
with these people.
and their words.
and their actions.
where's the common ground.
i thought we had something solid.
as solid as they could be, considering who we are.
cant love.
...
must love.
because He loves.
what happened to the fellowshipping.
did we really need to be within the confines of kingston hall to love?
accountability? whaaaaaa?
the academic year may be over.
but families don't quit on each other like this.
or quit on me like this.
or maybe i'm the one quitting.
where did they go.
summer, eh.
dissociative fugue right about now would be nice.
psyc. be nice to me.
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