Tired and currently hating push notifications. I can’t avoid this apartment stuff even if I don’t use my laptop…it’s a little ridiculous, the pace of Internet communication.

And every time I reply, with hopes of reconciling something or the other, it turns into a maze of obstacles and sour opinions trying to be polite over five different spectrums of IP addresses, I’m tired.

Was thinking how I used to just get fed up and text someone about it. Seeking some sort of sympathy, outlet, yeah. Then realized I still have that. In a God who is awake all the time, speaking to me all the time, loving me all the time.

So in return I’ll show love, too. It’s expected. It’s necessary. I want to. I should.

Thanks, God. For always being reliable. I take it for granted, but really, without you…I have nothing but pathetic impulses and attempts to come across as a nice person. Masks and guilt and shame. Without you, there is no learning process.

I will learn.