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So it's been a rough couple of days. I suppose my emotions have been highly unstable. I find my self very hard to deal with. But I suppose that's pretty much all chicks some more than others. I got a lot going on in my head. So much stuff I need to think through that I just haven't made time for. A whole lot could be so much better than it is now. I've been so patient with myself I feel like I'm about to explode. My prayer life is sliding down a hill daily. I still pray daily just about all day but it's not as heart felt as usual. As odd as this may seem I am so happy about all that you have been recieving. It's so good to see so much moving in a different direction for you. Too see your dedication and faith in God rewarded. You have changed so much since we got together. I see more and more of my God in you. And He is so amazing. There is no one like Him. He brings so much peace and joy. What a wonderful God. Talking about Him brings a smile on my face. That's how good He is. But yeah. Back to you. You have so much going for yourself. Sometimes I feel like I'm every where but here. And it seems to eat away at your happiness. That never will be my intention but lately it's what has been going on. I honestly see more than you think I see. I know what stuff I need to fix before we go at it about it. I know it's a long list too. I also know I drive you crazy. Needless to say I know a whole bunch. So take this as light as possible....

I am not your garbage can your trash can or your sanitation station.
You don't put me on the side of the street once a week to be picked up by the garbage truck.
I am not worth .5 or .10 cents at your local recycle department. 
This is not the reduce reuse recycle program. 
I don't smell like last weeks fish and burnt grease.
I was not made by hefty with new order block protection in lemon scent for you smelling pleasure.
I am not located in a small corner in your kitchen.
You don't put me down the right side of the sink and flip the switch. 
You can't load me up and drop me off in an apartment complex cause it's a resssion.
My shirt does not read throw me away. 
Please understand I am not your garbage dump in any shape way or form.
Thanks. And remember to clean up after yourself at all times.   

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