My grandfather got suspended from Catholic school for referring to Jesus Christ and the twelve apostles as J.C. and the Boys.
Who knows what I would feel if I just would let myself.
My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings.
I wish I could stop seeing my emotions as weakness.
Then God reminds me of His grace…
so. fucking. mad.
I get flashes of rage sometimes when I remember what the hell people have put me through.. It always surprises me though.. Because most of the time I think I’m over it.. Shocks me when I realize I’m not..