In memory of the best version of me

I used to be thin. I used to be strong. But not anymore.

Now, I’m a lame version of me. RIP healthy and fit James. Hello chemically lobotomised James.

I saw my soul often, imagining it fly away, with the Holy Spirit. Nothing can fill a void which Christ left.

I feel very depressed today, as I was socially rejected on the weekend at a Russian and Greek Church.

It is very lonely.