Seriously, just treat me as dirt. Whack me, scold me, force me, whatever. I will feel better than giving people outside church that I am so holy moley. Sure, I can see that I am improving outside church, about accepting the fact that people say I am weak and need to depend everything on God. But I cannot stand people just telling me to do things like memorise verses. For I think that I am so righteous and just cannot memorise. Why? No time lar! Freakos. I got projects to do, not enough sleep and yet you ask me go and make the effort to memorise verses and go to some church thingy on weekdays! Too much is expected of me lar. I don't want to mature. I don't want to accept responsibilities. I don't want to commit. I don't want to go find out stuffs myself. I want people to spoon-feed me. Don't I have this right? I am still not an adult, yet I have to act like one because I am like 18 going on 19? Ok if I am not at this age, I will think that it is an age for an adult. Ok just say that I am not ready to grow up. I don't want to change my lifestyle. I want to have control and security of my life. Stupid pride. I want to stab it hard and kill it that there will be no blood and life in it. Why does a girl need so much pride? It will kill me in the working world, kill my relationship with my future husband and his family. Kill my future children. Kill everything around me until I am dead. Not even the true blue muscular guys have more pride than me. True, I cannot change myself, but I also am not willing to ask for help. No one should know my dark secrets when even I myself don't know. No one should shine at my dark spots. It is too painful and piercing. Anyway, I am drifting. Can see the all so significant distance between me and everyone else. Not wallowing in self pity now, cause I realised that I can't get into this situation already. This is my only comfort ba, the grace that God has given me and not going to take it away. I like and don't like it. But I pray that God will not take this away from me. I like it more that I can't cry myself to bed because I can't get sad. Knowing what I am supposed to do but not able to just get myself to do it is the worst thing that can happen and is happening. This problem is all around me, cutting the relationships around me...one by one...
sleeping my time away
stupid choice and decision