For you:

You couldn't have loved me better,
but i want you to move on,
so I'm already gone.

Stay strong, Keep faith.

We made it, to the finish line. 

We've crossed the gantry.

We've passed all our set backs.

We've got over the tears.

We've had our time stressing.

The path isn't always straight,

So stay strong,

keep faith.

/

Ache if you must, 

Cry if you may,

But it's all in God's plan,

He'll make a way. 

/

Can't believe I just wrote all that in one sitting within 2 minutes. Wanted to type a chunk to vent out all my pent up frustrations, but I guess there's nothing ranting can offer than wasted time, and a source of procrastination.

SYF results were out today. I'm starting to reflect and think about how arrogant I've became. I used to think I can do everything within my own ability. But I guess...

I 

can't.

;

Confessions;

1. I judge a shit load, I despise so many kinds of people, so so so many kinds. I might even judge you for stalking me(even if you just happen to chance upon this blog for the very first time)
2. I have no confidence at all. I stutter. No one knows I've had a stuttering problem. This is the first time I'm ever talking about it. And probably the last.
3. Insecure. Who isn't? Everyone has something about themselves that they feel insecure about. 
4. I try to be a people pleaser.
5. In regards to 4, I bitch about someone, but yet I still try to please them in front of their faces.
6. I cry easily.
7. I get hurt. very. easily. Though it may not seem like it.
8. I have a dark past that not many people know.
9. I bully because I get bullied.
10. I never thought I was any good.
11. I am arrogant.
12. I try so hard to prove myself right.
13. I never admit defeat.
14. When I lose, I cry.
15. I have occasional suicidal thoughts.
16. I'm ashamed of myself.

But he never gave up on me. He still chose me to be one of His people. I love God. Thanks for creating me and giving me such a blessed life. Thank you Lord.

Happy birthday to me.

On a Sunday afternoon

Jazz songs
A cup of coffee
Pie dish

A recipe for a great Sunday afternoon.

relatable.

now you've been talking in your sleep,
things you never say to me,
tell me that you've had enough
of our love,
our love.

just give me a reason
just a little bit's enough
just a second,
we're not broken just bent
and we can learn to love again

it's in the stars,
it's been written in the scars on our hearts
we're not broken just bent
and we can learn to love
again.