why be angry?

Everything I felt and said was being thrown back in my face. Nothing I do or try is good enough. I am not perfect, nor will I be until the resurrection. Even then, it's hard to imagine. My imperfections rise around me, and I realize that I need to concentrate on people that will let me help them and make them happy. So here's to you, my friends. Here's to helping those around me. I'll do my best. That's all anyone can ask for.