Morning, well evening, or even nite!

Hiya well a lots has happened since I last blogged, I am a little older, a little wiser, but most importantly, i have felt like crap. I don't really know how to say it another way, I don't really know why I am saying it, but i suppose that one day it must leave my system. In all honesty I have felt bad, and majorly low, but i don't know how to vent it, through anger?, frustration?, I don't know, its no mistaking that the last few months have been hard. I have found comfort in as few people so thank you, you know who you are! Particularly when it comes to walking, watching football, bloke stuff and also biblical verses,
for example

Jeremiah’s Complaint

7 O Lord, you misled me,
and I allowed myself to be misled.
You are stronger than I am,
and you overpowered me.
Now I am mocked every day;
everyone laughs at me.
8 When I speak, the words burst out.
“Violence and destruction!” I shout.
So these messages from the Lord
have made me a household joke.
9 But if I say I’ll never mention the Lord
or speak in his name,
his word burns in my heart like a fire.
It’s like a fire in my bones!
I am worn out trying to hold it in!
I can’t do it!
10 I have heard the many rumors about me.
They call me “The Man Who Lives in Terror.”
They threaten, “If you say anything, we will report it.”
Even my old friends are watching me,
waiting for a fatal slip.
“He will trap himself,” they say,
“and then we will get our revenge on him.”

11 But the Lord stands beside me like a great warrior.
Before him my persecutors will stumble.
They cannot defeat me.
They will fail and be thoroughly humiliated.
Their dishonor will never be forgotten.

12 O Lord of Heaven’s Armies,
you test those who are righteous,
and you examine the deepest thoughts and secrets.
Let me see your vengeance against them,
for I have committed my cause to you.
13 Sing to the Lord!
Praise the Lord!
For though I was poor and needy,
he rescued me from my oppressors.

14 Yet I curse the day I was born!
May no one celebrate the day of my birth.
15 I curse the messenger who told my father,
“Good news—you have a son!”
16 Let him be destroyed like the cities of old
that the Lord overthrew without mercy.
Terrify him all day long with battle shouts,
17 because he did not kill me at birth.
Oh, that I had died in my mother’s womb,
that her body had been my grave!
18 Why was I ever born?
My entire life has been filled
with trouble, sorrow, and shame.

I don't know why it is comforting, maybe its because my life is not as bad as his even though it feels like it sometimes, also because of verse 11, its like my dads bigger than your dad stuff, God is our protector, he is our father and also our comforter, he comforts us in new ways everyday, not only by direct chat but through other people, and a huge thank you for the verse and any subsequent verses that may come my way!

Also thank you for reading this, feel free to leave a comment, in fact feel compelled.

Anywho Peace out