We’re a little sassy like that

We’re quite classy like that!

He just said I’m his cupcake <3 

Dear God, really, thank you very much for keeping me hale and hearty and healthy. 

My body functions normally, I don’t have a missing body part and I have friends and family. I’m a very fortunate person. Forgive me my grievances and complains about life every now and then for reasons that are not even close to important. I’m absolutely alive and that is an ongoing miracle. Thank you. 

I’m sorry that I don’t pray much at all these days, but you know that in my heart, in spite of the science and everything, I believe and love you. I know you’re there. 

I hope we can get closer by the days. I do love you and thank you.

No I don’t like this world this way. Let me be alone, in my world, where no one can hurt me, directly or indirectly. Where the heart wouldn’t skip a beat at foolish things and where people will not be superficial….where depth and only depth will be valued and spiritual and holistic cleanliness will be regarded the highest of all. Where the virtues will be rewarded and there will be no one who likes vices. 

That’s asking for too much.

Hopefully, someday, a lesser utopia will flicker in my life…

Can I just cry buckets?

Sometimes I feel really really bad when I see impossible things happening. Why doesn’t the impossible happen with me? Why, of all the people, did this happen to me? Why, of all the people me? Maybe future is better but the continuous ex-foliation that the present is inflicting upon me is unbearable at times. How Why do I have to deal with that stress? No I’m not complaining but I’m not contented either. Of course there are millions of people in worser conditions but I have just one heart, right? what does it matter? To each their own. To mine, my own. 

How will the heart repair itself? How will it bear the sutures of reconciliation and coming to terms with life on it’s own? How will the poor little brave thing go on without anesthesia? I don’t deserve to do this to it. My brain’s gotta stop. The neurons go crazy. Why? It takes a toll on the heart. Wicked mind. I’m a woman…I will feel this…and I will go crazy someday…

Just invented a word to describe my status: exhausaturated. That’s what I am right now. Ohhh God, please do good. Amen

Stop worrying. You will get what you deserve. Why worry about what’s not in your hands? Instead, try to hone what is in your hands. Smile, love, laugh, enjoy. If there is a God who is caring, He will look after you and you wouldn’t be disappointed. Come on, God’s child you are, aren’t you?! :)

The songs they make today, most of them are plastic. You stretch them by listening to them again and again and then one day pop! They’re gone! You can’t even stand them almost! Always happens. And sometimes after years together, when you incidentally hear them again somehow, you might even replay them! But still, they’re plastic.