no perfect people

very few things piss me off. very few, really.
backstabbing bitchiness whilst slacking falls into that category.
worst. group. of. my. life. ever. glad its over.
[edit: monday morning; apparently it wasnt the end. but it is, now]

it was a mess.
trying to reconcile faith and deeds;
words and actions; teachings and applications.
thoughts were scattered. perceptions altered.
its an inner struggle. its not easy.
but its not my fight.
not anymore.

now, if only my mind can let it go too.