‘where d’you think you’ll go jess? heaven or hell?’
just concluded the millionth god related discussion with michelle and my head’s spinning as always. it’s shades of grey for me, it’s always been shades of grey. and i cannot fathom how to be full of faith, i see her and i can see the subtle ways in which she’s changed since finding god and i can’t imagine it in myself.
ultimately, this is why i should never stay at home to drink. a trip out to the pub in lymington always ends in some weird drunken star-gazing and a confusing conversation aha.
