06.12.2003 - 10:35 a.m.

I don�t know how to write this. I don�t even know what I want to write. Or I do, I just don�t know how to flesh it out with words. Maybe today isn�t the time to try.

I don�t like the way every old pain in life echoes forward months and years and ages, I don�t like knowing that my gut reactions make assumptions, and that those assumptions are wrong.

I don�t like that every single victory over my old patterns is fleeting, imperfect, and small.

I hate working from faith, and faith only.

I don't understand how my faith is still here, and this makes me suspicious.

-stonebridge

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