Apathy
It always seems like I write these when my mind is on the brink of exhaustion.
Honestly, I have wasted today away. I have accomplished nothing, other than getting a few groceries. I hate my apathy; not that I am unwilling to care about things, it’s just that I am frustrated that I can’t seem to muster it up. I’d rather weep in sorrow than dwell in this state. I think it stems from my lack of self-control, and the many snares that I have gotten myself into. But even still, my soul cries out to God, though at times it’s like a distant echo muffled by my flesh, yet it cries out still. May God’s grace abound to empower me to repent and do His will.
