Life is a beach, I'm just playing in the sand.

I just need someone who won’t leave. Who will be there through all the ups and down and not just for the ups. I feel like my whole worlds crumbling around me and no has even noticed. Or if they have then they just don’t care and I don’t know what ones worse

Everyone gets tired of me at some point, then eventually they’ll leave, they all do.

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Reblog if you actually give a shit about anyone who’s suicidal or depressed.

I am being carried. I am being carried when I stop praying or forget how to. I am being carried when I skip church for several weeks in a row. I am being carried when I’m still running loose, looking for how to make faith organic and new. I am being carried when I collapse in the cold. When the days are too long. When I fear God isn’t good. When I fear life won’t turn out. When the questions lead me to asking if I could ever actually believe again, when life knocks me flat on my back, I am still being carried. I am always being carried.