Shades of grey.

I’ve been meaning to ask you some questions, because I my faith is crumbling sometimes. I’ve been meaning to ask you this, because I am wandering in the dark world of uncertainty. I don’t always have the answers, though I like to make others believe I do. I’m not all that certain of the choices I make, or the things I say, though I like to make others believe I do. Maybe I’m just as uncertain as you are. I know you can’t really be bothered with my questions, but I sometimes get the feeling you don’t feel it anymore. Though on the other hand I know this feeling is a product of my own weakness. I feel weak. But I’m not! That’s what I tell myself anyway. Oh what the hell.