Living Hell
I just came back from work but the bulk of plates in the sink welcomes me. Too tired? That's not an excuse. I'm used to living my life with all the freedom in the world and gettingveverything the way I want it so when judgment day comes, everything disappears. Now, I am living each day while repenting what I've chosen to have rather than to have who chooses me to be his everything. I was on my way to our room but his clothes were scattered all over the place. Can't he just take them off and throw his clothes on the basket?! The old me might have said that straight to his face but the Margarette Lane today will never be as brave as she was before. I just go straight to the room and change my clothes into comfortable ones. I took the hair tie and gather all my hair into a messy bun to st
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