Urban Poly Princess

Our choir sang He Alone, a beautiful song, perhaps my favorite I've ever sung with a choir. Whoever wrote it had the spirit at the time. I am feeling very moody, hormonal maybe? If I start my period I won't be surprised.

I think ignorance really is bliss. I wish I was oblivious. Why the hell do I have to keep pretending I am. I detest fake people and situations and I would rather just not deal with it anymore. I have assumed things before and I know I don't have the whole picture but was is clear is ugly and slices my core.

I know I'm feeling sorry for myself. On this Easter I should be filled with gratitude for the gift that gives  life hope and purpose. Instead I'm feeling hurt and shunned when this is something I've had more than enough time to deal with. I don't know what to do. The irony. The atonement is the healing balm I need. Why am I here. I hate it. I do know what I need to do. I'm not sure how that works but I know it is available to me. I think I'm being a drama queen psychotic diva right now, How dare ANYONE treat me like that, INDEED the son of man was treated worse, what I am feeling is so minuscule compared to ANY and EVERYTHING he endured for me, for the world. How is this applied? I'm not certain exactly but I know that's the answer and I know I need to try. I feel better already and I haven't done anything.