I don't want to whore attention so I didn't want to post this on Facebook, I just needed to let it out in some way and I don't know how to do that talking to people (at least there isn't anyone I am comfortable with). I let myself be made into a fool, sometimes even a source of amusement, while a wily, conniving puppet-master is making me dance.
I feel sick to my stomach. My heart feels like it is going to beat itself straight out of my chest. I don't feel like I can move. Despite all that, God can make good out of this, now how to trust in Him...
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