Romanced

I was at a place where I was standing complacently between what I wanted to do, and what I knew I should be doing. I wanted to transfer schools- I was sick of the rules and regulations Biola held me to. I was sick of leaving Colorado for months at a time, when I knew it was where I wanted to end up anyway. I wanted to drink whenever I wanted, and smoke if I wanted to smoke. I found any sort of worship music left a bitter stinging in my ears, and I wouldn't even shiver if I heard profanity being spat all around me. I felt like no sermons, songs, or prayers ever related to me. I didn't really want to pray, because I felt that every prayer I had said was an eager cry to an earless God. 


I was romanced out of it.