So it's been a crazy couple of days. I found out that I had the answer to a certain prayer that was prayed staring me right in the face and decided to interpret it wrong and do what I wanted to do instead of having faith in my Heavenly Father and go with His answer. Yesterday in Sacrament, we sang I'll Go Where You Want Me To Go and I started to cry because I knew that I had chosen the wrong answer and went against the will of my Heavenly Father. After I realized it, I decided, fine. I'll do it. I'll take the leap. I really don't want to, but thy will be done. So Michelle and I went visiting teaching and went home. I realized, as well, that I was pretty much a monster towards Michelle who didn't deserve the attitude that I gave her. I needed to think. I needed to pray. I simply needed to be alone. By myself. Michelle went to go visit some friends and I was alone to think without any interruptions. I needed to write out what I was feeling. I have always been bet...