…is a heart that’s busted open. Who is holding you when you’re completely broken? Yourself? How’s that working for you? Probably just as well as it’s working for me… it’s not. To be completely honest, lately I haven’t had a thing for God. Being pissed off at Him has been my default setting. There is not one part of me that understands His logic. ‘I don’t want to hear what I’m going through is just a season. Or that my glass should be half full when it’s in a million pieces.’ There are days that I do not want to fucking hold on. Days when I do not feel strong…

I’ve never been an indifferent kind of human, but in the last few years I’ve learned very quickly how to master it. … and it sucks. Mostly. Indifference is a state of being, not a feeling. At least for me anyway. Feeling too much leaves you vulnerable. Not feeling anything leaves you empty (and most likely a serial killer in the making, all I’m saying.) Feeling indifferent though? Makes your heart feel safe, right? WRONG. If you tell yourself that you feel nothing, you’re essentially convincing yourself that whatever you’re going through doesn’t hurt. Even if it does. Regardless of how indifferent you think you are, your heart feels the…