oh, ames, i'll be home in a week and i promise you a big giant hug and you can cry to me about whatever you need to. (because i know i've done my fair share of crying to you about my fuckups too and you've always listened to me.) call me whenever you need it.
and you know what kills it? last night i ended up talking to mike for like an hour, and it was like talking to a brick wall. andrew heard the whole conversation, it was hard trying not to burst out laughing while i'm sitting there just crying about what a prick he was being, and how he was so overly critical of me all the time, never listens, always cuts me off and assumes he knows where i'm going with everything, and all he has to say is "you know, i dont understand why we don't get along better amy. when the holy spirit is flowing through two people, because you 'say' you've been saved, and i know i have, then we should have no problem, we should have total peace" newsflash killer, just because two people have been saved doesnt mean they arent going to have personality conflicts, especially when those people are suffering from the disease of addiction and don't even know how to be a good friend, or any other kind of friend for that matter
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