When I grow up I want to be a hermit.

Today I think I have decided to hate life and everything (and everyone) in it.
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I am not happy.
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I realize posting this makes me sound like a three year old throwing a tantrum.
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Sigh.
Looking in, this looks easy.  The answers obvious, and the way very clear.
Living it hourly, and fighting it always, doesn't make me a happy camper.
Having people criticize without knowing doesn't make it easier.
It makes me angry and hateful and not full of grace or a sign of Jesus anywhere.
That's not lovely.  That's not right.  And it certainly isn't holy.
It makes me want to give up everything and go away.
really and truthfully.
always.
and it makes me feel hateful toward them.   ALL of them.
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maybe I should go to bed and pray.


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