My wall of defense is too high up.
My big brother, my best friends, they are no longer the same.
I stopped telling them stuffs because I was afraid that they will worry for me. Now they don’t ask anymore.
I’m this lost.
I spent so much time crying, breaking down my wall to just build it up again.
Persuading this dream is getting tougher.
How many nights am I suppose to cry myself to sleep?
I kept reminding myself that this is in God’s plan to go now, reminding myself of the words God spoke to me when I first arrived in brissy.
I don’t want to miss out on my destiny but I’m crashing..
I can’t help but to be very glad that I have an amazing God.
I wonder why would He want to use someone so messed up like me to preacher, to touch the lives of others.
I can’t even help myself. I’m too mean, I discriminate the handicap. I’m too straightforward.
I know my strength, but sometimes I’m too scared.
Tell me what I am suppose to do.
Sometimes I secretly wish that 2012 is really the end of the world, but I clearly know that this isnt.
