The days are getting longer and longer.

The days I go to school are boring and non-productive. The people I meet are the same old, the friends I have is going in a decline, there's no joy sometimes, and I feel so sleepy half the time.

And the feelings of being alone are getting worse.

While the days on friday and saturdays are the best I had, but they are the shortest and filled with it's equal shares of things to worry about.

And all the grim news come, and all I have hoped for goes down like a sunken ship.

Giving up, isnt exactly what I do. But then again, fighting alone isnt all that fun.

But fight I will. Cause, I am not exactly alone. I have You and Your grace. More than sufficient.

And really, will I win and prevail, or will I lose and fade away?




So you wrote it down
I'm supposed to care
Even though it's never there
Sorry if I'm not prepared


Lalalalala