Come Down, O Thou Great Jehovah
This won't be a well-written post; I'm too tired for that. I'm tired of things that I can't justify to any other person. I'm tired of love--all the abundant affection that I feel so utterly undeserving of. I got a gift just recently for my birthday, and I can't even look at it without feeling so undeserving of having received what I asked for. Who was I to ask for it? I bring no value to anything. I'm not being self-loathing. I'm being honest. Even when I show love towards others, it fulfills my own desire to love and be loving. I can't see a single person without filtering them through myself. I can't consider a single situation without weighing how it would affect me. I can't see a classmate or a friend without comparing myself to them subconsciously--almost to an unnervingly subconscious level. I could live if only I wasn't always there. Living without myself in the picture would be so much easier. And the simple answer is: &quo