Saturday, December 05, 2009

I'm not sure it's a blessing being considered my friend

a 75lb malamute, who is supposed to weigh 150. Fungus covered guinea pigs. Broken shell hermit crabs. Little kids with no mommies. Homeless, come on over. I am not so sure being my friend is a compliment. Lets see...on me....in and out of foster care, struggling greatly with bulimia and cutting, a complete inability to fathom God's love, though I try to share it with others, and mood swings better than any roller coaster you've ever known. This is me. These are my friends. Broken, I Love It.




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