STRESS

its mummy day tmr, and im super duper guilty and ashamed.

2 days ago, dis pri 6 kid came to my shop looking fer a mummy day pressie. aft much consideration, he finally decided on a hp pouch which he tinks his mum wud lyk. prob arises when he realised he din hav enuff to pay fer da gift. simply touched by his thoughfulness( and ashamed at da same time), i decided to juz charge him 9 bucks instead of da full10.70. to my surprise he declined my offer, asking fer a loan instead. i shall skip da details on how he digged and searched every pocket of his to make sure he gimme da maximum amount he can afford. but yup tt juz sums up everythg huh. a pri sch kid thinking more lyk an adult den most of us do. or rather, juz mi. hai...

seriously, i dunno wtf is gg thru my mind. simple things can be all so complicated once processed thru my bird brain. 1st wuz da issues over hall. things over hu to live wid, where to live, n personal implications over leeching on others. simply put im juz insecure tts all. n todae. felt dame awkward when i met gw. da feeling tt im depending on him. yes, charity from him. fucking sux.

oh. da purpose driven life oso says tt God gives us talents in things we hav immense passion in. cos the more passionate we are bout smthg, most lykly we'll excel in it, n God wans us to spread His ministry thru da talents we excel in.

juz a personal gut feel, but i dun any passion in mi. i dun feel i can reallie ever excelled in anythg. i look in da mirror, n wat i see everyday is a pair of eyes losing passion, life, and hope.

tink im thinking too much. paranoid, tts da word.

oh n ppl, watch out. im feeling my period coming again.

need divine intevention. desperately.

yoohoo, Up There, U hearing mi?

amen.