#miserabledays

I hate the smell of my shortcomings. To not be able to do more. To not be able to relate better. To not be able to fight off the night. To not be able to shake off the template-matching others make. To not be able to brush off the arrows of the enemy.

To see my inadequacies juxstaposed and compared. To come to the border of covetousness and looking over its edge.

All you need to say is simply 'Yes' or 'No'; anything beyond this comes from the evil one. - Matthew 5:37

I'll take either and be at peace.

The silent "no" is the worst kind.