Punishment.

I'm a cheerful person, I hate drama, and I hate hate and I hate when people don't like me. Even the people that don't matter to me, if I get the feeling they don't like me, it still affects me. Because I feel like I'm not doing something right. I'm human and I accept that--I'll make mistakes, and keep making them 'til I get it right. I sin, I sin to God, break the rules, andgo against my word. I'm imperfect, and it makes me feel exactly how God intended it. I try to fix it, and I'll try to make it better, but no promises, because I'm imperfect. We're all imperfect, but some people are just more sorted out than others. I'm imperfect. I'm imperfect. I'm imperfect. How many times do I need to admit it? I know I'm wrong, but I still do it. My self discipline fails me, and I fail someone else. I fail God. But I'll fix it, and I'll try to fix it, because I'm aware of my mistakes, and it can never be permanent unless I let it. It's never to late to change your direction. I'm only human, and we can only handle so much. Someone has my life all planned out, and no matter what, it's always going to work out in the end. Because he's God. And he knows everything, and he'll help fix my problems, and he'll help me get through the rough times and he'll guide me with the things I need to get by and he'll teach me how to be stronger and he'll have me experience how much I need to be independent and and he'll provide me with as much tears I need to lift the weight off my shoulders, and he'll remind me when I'm doing something wrong and he'll show me the difference between what I want and what I need and he'll train me to be more grateful for the people that work so hard to keep me up. Best of all, he built me to be strong. I know he did.

So no matter how difficult and how much struggle he puts me through...I know I don't have a reason to be angry with God.