The Epitome of Lame.

Divorce is so lame.

One of the hardest things for me last night was having my aunt not there. And then seeing my uncle walk in with his new girlfriend... that basically topped it off for me. Maybe this is wrong, but I glared. At both of them. I gave them the evil eye like there's no tomorrow. I was so angry. It's not as if they've wronged me, but, seriously? I don't know. It's lame.

People are stupid. It's a good thing I'm not God. Ha!

"Because the judge of you is someone that I could never be, is why you should thank the Lord that it is Him, and it's not me."

That's so going to be my line right now.

But when I think about the next few lines...

"Don't give up, it's not the end, there's hope for every fallen man to pick themselves up when they think they can, because with every passing second comes a second chance."

So maybe... There's still hope for them. I can't forget that. It doesn't matter if they're lost, they CAN still be saved. Because God works miracles, right?

But it's still lame.