No, I don't cut or bruise myself any longer. This isn't taking what I did lightly. Its not what you all think and I know you think its for the better. It is, but aggrevating me will not be a solution.
I need a vent, I need a moment. This is mine. You can't take it away from me. If you can keep it for months, so can I. But I will not so anguishly display my unhappiness. The world will read this and they wouldn't know who I am or what I do. But they will know that something stupid is not worth doing.
The message here boys and girls is hope. Hope. Hope that one day I'll see people (including myself) mature in faith and not just memorise verses by listening but taking time to meditate and spend time with the one who truely loves them. Hope that I'll find more and more strength to face these trials. Hope that strength will come to me "when I need it".
Yes hope.
And as I write this, I have no thought for my Uni Admission Essay and yet I still have to do it. As I write this I think of all of you out there. I write this for you...
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