Goodbye.

[delete]

That is where my first attempt at the blog was. I was trying to be the nice person and be very generic while complaining about my life. But I have decided I'm burnt out on that. I'm unhappy and I want to be allowed to say it. I mean, it is my blog and all.

I'm tired of people lying. I'm tired of people saying they are your friend and then burning you the first chance they get. I'm tired of watching people whom I trusted abuse others. And I'm sure as heck tired of them pretending they aren't.

Another thing. I'm tired of people abusing the Word of God. Do NOT write Bible verses and use God's name for your own agenda. Do NOT post in your facebook status how much you try to live by His design. Do NOT insult me or anyone else by pretending you live for HIM. If you knew a darn thing about the Bible, you would know verses like Matthew 7:5 "You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye." or John 15:13 "Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." I believe that one includes being willing to lay down his life.

I'm not sure what pains me the most. Your attitude, or your absolute disregard for others than yourself. The best part is, I have ONE person in mind right now. And I have half a freaking mind to call you out. But I do have a small amount of couth left, enough to spare you that embarrassment. Consider it a favor to a REAL friend. Which you have proven you aren't. I'm sure several people reading this will think I am talking about them, but they'd be wrong. I am speaking only to YOU.

I thought I knew you. My husband called you "brother". You fooled us all. You showed your true colors. I expected more from someone your age.

You broke my heart.

I believe in forgive and forget. I heard it best somewhere that I would forgive you and then forget you. But I do not forgive you. The Bible tells me to, I do not. Someday maybe. Today is not that day.

For today, today you are smelling like a rose that somebody gave you on your birthday deathbed...... And here is where I [delete] you.