Tuesday, May 29, 2007
It took me 16 long years to realise that I don't like taking photographs. I stopped in Primary 5, and I thought that it would go away in Secondary 1/2? But apparently not. Anyway, there's nothing much worth remembering in my life, so what's the point? Yesterday, one simple message made me realise that maybe I really am not of that much value to anybody except Jesus. Or maybe it is just me. Maybe I should change myself totally. Or whatever. What's the point of treasuring something which has only one side to it?
Shit.
I am feeling so inconsequential now.
God, oh God, comfort me.
ƒrom Alice • 17:40
Shit.
I am feeling so inconsequential now.
God, oh God, comfort me.
