journal entry 1

It’s late at night or should I say early morning. Just lying here awake and confused. Where am I going? What am I doing? Would they still accept me if they knew my true self? What is love? Does anyone here love anymore? O God above, it is only you who loves me. Please teach me to love you the same. My sin’s a heavy burden you want me to no longer carry. Yet the shackles seem a comfort when my life gets so confusing. What will it take for me to be real? What to be true? How long will it take for me to be like you?