I took a step to the front, and then back again.
I took a step to the right, and to the left again.

who say christian is perfect?
who say we can't be sad?

God,
you wants me to leave it to you.
I do hurt when they insult you,
I do feel the tremendous stress coming from my exams...
I do know I need a breakthru, a big big breakthru...
where am I heading to?
I feel so much tired.

parfois je souhaite juste que vous puissiez m'enlever de cet endroit .

tor



I run as fast as I can, but I trip and fall. I do feel hurt, but...
your deplorable words get stuck in me.


"they know more about me more than you do, they seem to care more, they understand me more..."


I can't explain this melancholy state of mind, dispirited.
nothing can explain how much sadness I am now.



"I miss you alot too..."