am a little afriad to let go.


Then again,
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Oh well.


The surgeons would need a laser to pierce through this thick skull of mine, only to find a small brain.


I want what I want.


I want to hold on. Against. My. Thoughts. And. Fear.And. Imperfection. And. Everything.Telling.Me.To.Let.Go.


That's a lot for me. But whatever, I want to hold on.
Kind of glad a little things here and there didn't turn out the way your head pictures, and kind of glad I am still alive, thank God.

I am the dust. Worst than that. Nothing, worst than that. But use me. I am willing. Though my life is like holes after holes after holes, downwards, after downwards after downwards. Call it a landslide or a rubbish chute, but I am Yours. Take the pieces that is broken and make me your vessel.

A broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise. Psalm 51:17

Good morning to you all. It's like 5.20am. I AM GOING TO EAT THE AWESOMENESS, THE BEST, SCRAMBLED EGGS.


YUMMY. And then to work(internship). YIKES, ME NO KNOW WHAT TO DO.

Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble Matt6:34


Lalalalala