This provides readers with an insight into the meanderings of a schizophrenic on medication.
I went to a Sikh temple with my support worker today. It was nice and interesting. The customs were interesting, just like the customs of the Orthodox Church. My dad got my new phone working for me, even though I thought it was broken. I guess it isn’t the end of the world.
My grandma kidnapped a neighbour’s cat today. Let’s hope she gives it back before she gets in trouble with the neighbours. I went and had my injection today. It was fairly nice. My dad fixed up my new phone. Optus is still transferring my old number to my new SIM.
Sigh. I felt energy go out of me when I went to the Sikh temple. But I never had the Holy Spirit anyway. This is nothing to be feared. Into Jesus’s hands I commend myself.
Today I am going to my psychiatrist. Boy am I pumped.
I came back from my psychiatrist. After that, my mum took me to Optus, to get my phone working. I have a working phone now!
I prayed unto Jesus today. I asked Him to have mercy on the human race, without blotting out humanity from the face of the Earth.
Sigh, eternity. As much as I cry out to God, I have very little faith in Him. I almost believe Him entirely separate from His creation. I hope to go to church on the weekend.