Running in circles, wrapped up in ooze I almost loose myself while bombarding myself with multitudinous thoughts. I have neglected my duties trying to cover up my mistake and blaming other for the wrongs I did. Tears won’t stop rolling down my eyes as I could now understand the incontrovertible and inexorable pain my brother was actually going through all by himself. Laconic sense kept in bay, all realities of thought became legerdemain as I won’t stop gambling even after realizing the truth. I teach differently at all meeting time and bible lecture I was to anchor pointing out keys to convert people to Christ but within me I know I was falling. I made confessions, yet I still go back to my vomit and won’t catch a wind.
Jason was getting better but I know I was becoming worst. The truth was Jason does not even read his bible like I do neither does he attend meetings in church yet he as getting better. On a certain Thursday, after our prayer meeting in church I was so sober and knelt before the altar to pray. Hey superman, do you think you can do it all by yourself or...