Thursday, November 19, 2009
the mask of pretence that i'm fine.
wished i could tell people to go away and don't talk to me, i'm not in the best mood to talk. but that's just a selfish act isn't it?
the regrets, guilt and perhaps condemnation of doing something that you shouldn't feels horrible. if i could turn back time, i would not do it. even though it might hurt. but at least, i don't feel bad towards them most imptly not to Him. i'm really sorry Lord. help me, because i can't do it. i really can't. Father, help me. it hurts. it hurts. it hurts.
& i give up my heart to say, i need You so.
wished i could tell people to go away and don't talk to me, i'm not in the best mood to talk. but that's just a selfish act isn't it?
the regrets, guilt and perhaps condemnation of doing something that you shouldn't feels horrible. if i could turn back time, i would not do it. even though it might hurt. but at least, i don't feel bad towards them most imptly not to Him. i'm really sorry Lord. help me, because i can't do it. i really can't. Father, help me. it hurts. it hurts. it hurts.
& i give up my heart to say, i need You so.
what we could have been, 5:54 AM.
