so not the best week ever..
i'm in the depths of depression. greaaattt. well, there's a time to be happy, a time to be sad. and u knoe wad? i'm sad. a time of mourning. i can't believe it. i dont think it's just hormones. it's for real. owh crap, i knoe, u guys are so not gona want to read some gurl's emo post abt nothing. but yeah, leave then.
i'm sori mommy. shing, i nvr felt that way towrds u. and i hope u dont too. ur choice, hu u wana listen to.
you. i love u. ALOT.
yean, yah. so i'll leave? mehh. wadeverrr.. NOT pms lahh..
deborah, i love u too!. u knoe that. don ever think otherwise.
ah tin, i missed u. T.T
y does everyone think i hate them? that i dont love them? is going around prancing like a monkey telling ppl i love them in the face not enuf? is hugging almost anyone i c and telling them that i care for them not enuf? wad isit then? i dunno. hun, thanks for ur support..
i knoeeee. emo not gud. emmie said don emo. but i cant mengelak. exam stress. =.=''
Psalm 91
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.
Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.
If you make the Most High your dwelling— even the LORD, who is my refuge—
then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all yourways;
they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
Because he loves me, says the LORD, I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honour him.
With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation
GOD i surrender all i have to u.
i will praise u in this storm,
and i will lift my hands,
u are hu u are, no matter whr i am..
and every tear i've cried, u hold in ur hands,
nvr left my side, and tho my heart is torn..
i will praise u in this storm...
Labels: depression, emo, frustrated, sad
