let my pride be what's left behind.

My pride is left behind.

i feel new.

i feel...bold. alive. me. myself. i feel humble. He is my humble.

again, Jesus you speak to me through the crossdressing heroine addicts who shoot up just to feel, through the alcoholic musicians that play and scream just to feel, through the normal, average joe runaways who are dying just to feel.
you speak to me in a way i understand.
you know me so well Daddy.

and you took my pride and left it behind.

i'll write more later. i have to go to school.