The Day Lies Died

I am worthless.

I have no purpose, no "point."

I am doomed to fall, doomed to fail, repeatedly and hard, regardless of any earnest effort. Maybe because of my earnest effort.

I am alone.I cannot love or be loved. Not the "right" way, whatever that even means.Having a spiritual "family" is an impossible myth.I have no courage; my "one word" for 2012 is a total joke.I cannot step out like others so effortlessly do. Other Christians. Better Christians.I am an inferior Christian. Deficient. Irrelevant.I will never amount to anything, because I never have amounted to anything.I should quit church and community, friends and family. It's not worth it.Should just lock myself up forever. Away from everyone.I am a freaking hopeless mess.

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Still reeling from the sheer, overwhelming magnitude of my 25th birthday. Thankfully, I find myself immediately immersed in a much-needed vacation to sort out my soul.

Also happening soon, my half-marathon this Sunday. Good thing I'm a new man with new legs now.

More pictures, video, and/or holograms from my momentous night to come next week. Be back to blogging again in no time.

Until then.

I love you all.