It's too early for me to have depressing thoughts...
So they aren't really depressing...I guess just some form of reflection..
I've been thinking....
Can love without passion still be called love?
I've been wondering, because I've been feeling a little that way.
I mean, well....
I love God, but I've lost the passion for Him..
I'm not one to judge, but it's possible that many of us have as well
I know that's not good...but it makes me wonder...
I feel like I'm carrying so much weight..
Maybe I'm just being a typical moody teenager or being overly melodramatic (is that possible?)
My problems are just problems...
But each one feels like a battle
Instead of fighting my way through, I just feel like running away, or shouting "stop, please stop" over and over again, while knowing that no one would hear me, and that it wouldn't stop. Won't stop.
Maybe it's a part of growing up...
Learning to fight with the thought of winning...
Learning to remember that you're never alone.