SPM is like three days away and I've got so much on my mind.
All these voices in my head can't seem to shut up.
I'm just so so so so tired like beyond tired la actually.
Not the exhausted-because-I-had-a-long-day kinda tired.
I guess it's just the old me thinking too much.
Life has so many ups and downs.
What I'm going through now is definitely one of the lowest I've had.
Yet again, I assume God is playing his games with me.
Right when I thought I've got no one to trust and no one will ever worth my trust, this good ol' friend of mine showed up, again.
Trust me when I say he's always with me (not literally) whenever I'm in trouble.
It feels like God sends him to be with me through it all, like a guardian angel.
Even if we barely talk to each other anymore but there's this unwritten message that we both understand.
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
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