Acceptance

Yesterday towards the end of the day, I've felt the saddest I've been in the longest time. Chris and I had an argument.. again, about stupid things. But this time.. I'm sick of this guilt I feel every week. Sick of the constant flow of tears coming out from my eyes every week because a boy pushing my self-control. I hate how I feel like I'm the cause of every problem within us. I hate feeling like I'm just doing too much. And maybe that's what I'm doing. Maybe I'm so used to everyone needing my help... needing my opinions and point of view that it's time I just let it go in God's hands.

Maybe I'm like your mother who all she does is seem to scold you. Maybe I'm just another cause of stress in your life when I honestly don't mean to be. Maybe I need to cool it down a little, settle my temper, and just forget everything. Maybe I just try... too hard to a point where it's not like that with life anymore - let everyone make their decisions, and all I need to do is support.

The thing with the last statement is that I'm scared. Scared of all the decisions people make because I know that sometimes the actions people make are stupid, and I just want to put it in their heads that some other way can be better.

But I've got to learn.. These words.

The acceptance of mistakes.
Because as much as I live a perfect life, I'm gonna make some... and learn from them. And other people will too. Just live... and let God do the rest.

I'm sorry. I made a mistake.