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20050803

i get so pissed off at the smallest things. and then i feel like cursing and swearing and just -BEEEPING- along. but then i feel so filthy.

God, help me, guide me through this week. next week's a short week. I promise to buck up. I really want to got for FOP, to experience your glory again. I kno it can be achieved right here, right now but. I want to worship you and go crazy for you again. I pray that you'll talk to my mum,, and show her that I'm not going there to play around. I'm serious about worshipping you. Please, talk to her and make her see. I know she's stressed and all because of gonggong. please make him alright. Don't let it be time for him to go yet. But if it is. then there's nothing i can do. Thank you God, for everything. for giving me a brand new day. for giving me my parents. for giving me friends, for teachers. thank you for everything. I love you so so much.

9:56 PM

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