Blasted sleep, why don't you come?
Sometimes, I wish I could turn off my mind.
Relentless thoughts. Good thoughts; Bad thoughts. Pleasant ones; horrid ones.
And then the endless scenario playing. The revisions. The should I have done this, or have said that.
Or the is he thinking this? Or why did she respond to me in this way?
The absolute worst is the questions about God.
To dwell in Him is peace, to dwell on Him is madness.
It is like trying to fill a cup with the ocean.
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