swagner
when i walked into Bruegger's for the first time it was a wreck. under renovation, more like. but i was the first person who had applied for the job and i wanted to seem like the absolute best candidate for the job, even though i already didnt want to work there. its like i was forced against my will.
i am slowly, internally destroying myself. my image, doesn't matter. i'm healthy. my God knows this. He repairs what I destroy. His Grace, it's felt and viewed by others aroudn me. I want to help. they spit in my face. it's not a lie! they help destroy my faith. He rebuilds it stronger. Every. time.
i sat along the water. it reminded me of that last day at home. when i picked him up at 6. we sat in the car and napped along the blooming trees on the brick road. his hand on my knee. so happy. with his girlfriend back home thinking he was on the bus.
we were in love.