“Hopeless” is such a sinking word.
Seems too extreme, ya know?
but every time everything starts to stifle, that word comes up.
that’s what happens when you sin, and can’t find it in you to repent, and are too stubborn to fess up. and then you get this sinking feeling and wonder if you could ever love and wish that you were dead not because you’re a melodramatic suicidal teenager but because there are so many promises for your glorified state.
and then you revert back from your reverie and realize you’re still here, stuck, prideful, and hopeless. desperately so.
and then that. just. sucks.