Writing To Sleep
>> Friday, June 6, 2008 –
Dramachine,
Ginger Allergy,
Life Of A Bum,
Paper Tissue
I don't know what to write. I can hear the birds outside my window, singing their love for each other. My eyes feel so sleepy. I find it hard to do something I really like doing because nothing is coming out of my mind.
I feel like I am lost somewhere. My spirit is left hanging in the air. If you think my case is helpless, then I might be helpless.
I think of people. Of many people. Of my friends. I wonder how they are doing, do they miss me a bit?
Sometimes, no, what I suppose to say is many times, I feel like surrendering. To whom or to which and why? Arg, I don't have any answers. Maybe that is why I want to surrender. It is because there is nothing left for me to fight for. I am a loser. And losers don't fight anymore. They are just like that. Losers forever. So why to fight? If you know what are you gonna end up like...which is a loser. So I better stop for now...And sleep. Forget for awhile...
June 2, 2008
The level of your Faith is the level of your Success! If you believe you're a Loser then you'll be.
But You are a Christian,God created You according to His nature.Your God is not a Loser!!!
Have Faith. Wait patiently, and like what I've always say " In God's time, all things will be beautiful"
what's wrong with being a loser? it's the inability to accept defeat that's supposed to be frowned upon...
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