Christ_empowered
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- Oct 23, 2010
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I feel like a spoiled child sometimes. I’m labeled as schizophrenic…we’ll officially schizoaffective…
Mentally ill enough to not work but not mentally ill enough for commitment group home that kind of thing. My loving and long suffering parents have the time resources and inclination to make life better for me than for the vast majority of people in similar situations. So…
I love Jesus! I obviously love my parents. No drugs no drinking. Saved for 10 years now. Thing is…
I couldn’t even volunteer at a local non profit without some static. And it’s some degree of trouble no matter what I do. Clothes are too nice car looks too new who is paying for…
On and on. It’s not as if I live large or anything but…
I’m just frustrated at times. At 38 Jesus has seen fit to move mightily in my life. I’m healthy and normal but no one will hire me and…
Ugh
I sense frustration from my dad at times. He’s a good man. It’s like this…
No one wants a burn out as they’re only off spring. So I’m healthy now and I apparently look somewhat younger than my age and my mind is sharp now and I apparently have a high IQ estimate from some experts somewhere and…
God is Good. God is Love.
Friends? Mine before Jesus were all fake anyway. At 38 I’d like to have a social life but…with whom? And to what end anyway?
People taunt me a lot. I’m thinking it everything to do my absolute last legal trouble a case involving a former shrink. What is there to say? Oppression…not fun. I reacted badly and walked with a serious misdemeanor and probation. No trouble since.
Ugh I’m considering going over to my parents house 
to see about convo possibly pizza 
but…
I don’t want to lean and lean and endlessly lean on them for all things always and forever.
Just…frustrated and praying…
Mentally ill enough to not work but not mentally ill enough for commitment group home that kind of thing. My loving and long suffering parents have the time resources and inclination to make life better for me than for the vast majority of people in similar situations. So…
I love Jesus! I obviously love my parents. No drugs no drinking. Saved for 10 years now. Thing is…
I couldn’t even volunteer at a local non profit without some static. And it’s some degree of trouble no matter what I do. Clothes are too nice car looks too new who is paying for…
On and on. It’s not as if I live large or anything but…
I’m just frustrated at times. At 38 Jesus has seen fit to move mightily in my life. I’m healthy and normal but no one will hire me and…
Ugh
I sense frustration from my dad at times. He’s a good man. It’s like this…No one wants a burn out as they’re only off spring. So I’m healthy now and I apparently look somewhat younger than my age and my mind is sharp now and I apparently have a high IQ estimate from some experts somewhere and…
God is Good. God is Love.
Friends? Mine before Jesus were all fake anyway. At 38 I’d like to have a social life but…with whom? And to what end anyway?
People taunt me a lot. I’m thinking it everything to do my absolute last legal trouble a case involving a former shrink. What is there to say? Oppression…not fun. I reacted badly and walked with a serious misdemeanor and probation. No trouble since.
Ugh
I’m considering going over to my parents house to see about convo possibly pizza but…I don’t want to lean and lean and endlessly lean on them for all things always and forever.
Just…frustrated and praying…