Stand up girls and dry your eyes.

I feel bad I'm the only one writing in here. I just don't want to let it fade away into the depths of internet.


I've been making my decisions in an irrational and childish way, but it's the only way that works right now. I ask a yes or no question and toss a rock. If the rock skips across the creek three times, the answer is yes. If it is less, the answer is no. I realize how it's like a little girl picking petals off of a flower, humming and saying "He loves me, he loves me not." The questions I ask are ones that really I should just let God give me the answers to.

But I feel guilty getting answers from God when I feel so helpless and stubborn.