More nights than not I look at my hand gun on my night stand and think about walking down the road from my house kneeling down in the field pressing the barrel under my chin at a 45 degree angel and pulling the trigger, I wish I could pull the trigger over and over after the first shot just so I could feel something. I look around at people I see everyday and wonder why I can’t feel the feelings I see on their faces, get excited over life, have real feelings for someone, have someone who has real feelings for me. I ask God […]
