nothing is always black or white.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
check check check check check for everything
i pass.
love is when you can accept the person for who he is.
but i constantly find myself trying to change you.
i suck.
you're not a christian
you smoke
powerful vocab filled with vulgarities.
you throw things out of the window (?!?!)
without goals or aims.
you dont take care of yourself
you have a temper
but you are badly scarred.
i find myself wanting to show you that love is possible. trust is possible. there really really is one in a million. or more than one in a million. i want you to experience the love that God has for you.
i suck. i suck. i suck.
dont understand it. will i be able to change you. should i even try to. will you be able to take care of me at all. why am i always the one listening to people.
tired.
maybe i do love you.
or maybe you really wont get to hear those three words at all.
oh my god. forgive me. please.
i should just go bang my head on the wall and die. thank you very much.
check check check check check for everything
i pass.
love is when you can accept the person for who he is.
but i constantly find myself trying to change you.
i suck.
you're not a christian
you smoke
powerful vocab filled with vulgarities.
you throw things out of the window (?!?!)
without goals or aims.
you dont take care of yourself
you have a temper
but you are badly scarred.
i find myself wanting to show you that love is possible. trust is possible. there really really is one in a million. or more than one in a million. i want you to experience the love that God has for you.
i suck. i suck. i suck.
dont understand it. will i be able to change you. should i even try to. will you be able to take care of me at all. why am i always the one listening to people.
tired.
maybe i do love you.
or maybe you really wont get to hear those three words at all.
oh my god. forgive me. please.
i should just go bang my head on the wall and die. thank you very much.
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