Lame statements and Laments.
It’s simply unfortunate that blogging is something I love, but is not the “thing” that people engage with anymore. It is also unfortunate that I struggle with consistency. It is also unfortunate that I set myself up with a great blog post for February, then I proceeded to forget to blog for 8 months.
Anyhoo, those are all the lame statements I have to share.
Now on to my lament.
But first, a quick backstory:
I’m not sure how David openly shared all his laments, because the vulnerability in it makes me want to throw up. However, my mom said that my lament was good enough to share, and she’s notorious for throwing away a cute kindergarten craft because she just isn’t sentimental, so I consider this endorsement worth it. In the past 5 months, I have dealt with enough “L” s that it is time for me to raise a good ‘ol’ complaining moment and force you to witness it. So, thanks for humoring me.
A Lament, Post-Breakup of Sorts from your Favorite Oversharer
Lord, I truly feel like you’ve forgotten me and left me alone.
You say you give generously and that you listen.
Why do I feel unheard?Lord, please hear me.
Do not ignore my tears and cries for help.Lord, also, why do these men suck?
Like, are we not embarrassed of those that claim you?Wait, God, are you embarrassed by me?
Lord, am I going to suffer alone forever?Lord, please protect me.
Lord, please be my shield.
Lord, avenge me from my opps and these men that are truly trifling.EEEYUCK!
But honestly, I’m sad.
I’m tired of being sad, empty, and alone.
I’m tired.
I’m weary.
I hate feeling like I am missing something because I come back to an empty home.
Lord, help a girl out.
Lord, hear me and don’t forget me.I know you remember me.
You’ve gotten me out of lower places and protected me in scarier places.Lord, be my comfort.
Remind me of your goodness.Even in my lowest lows, I want your praise to always be on my lips.
Help me remember and praise you!Lord, you truly are good even when everything stinks!
Well, I’ve decided to take a social media break, so allegedly we’ll be seeing more of each other.
Also, on the off chance one of the guys I happened to be in cahoots with stumbles across this. I did NOT cry over you; I am just frustrated because y’all keep sending chaotic messages at like 6 in the morning on some “this isn’t working for me, so like where does that leave us” ish, and I want peace. But also, if it makes you sleep better at night that I grieved the loss of you, so be it. But if we want honesty, I am tired of the dating process and will finally have the opportunity to write my dramatic singles post on 11/11 (the single most single day of the year). Ohhh, maybe it’s time to complain to the group chat.