Just Dance.

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don't think just dance,

Friday, February 22, 2008

I feel like downright trash. Nothing but failure in its purest sense.

Have you ever tried, but to be told that you did not put in your 100%? It's worse than someone kicking you in the nuts.

Ahh that accusation, shame, guilt and regret all rolled into one.

Shit happens altogether.

Bruised and battered. How am I going to pick myself up again?

It's so easy to wallow in shame. It takes a mountain of effort to pick yourself up.
All I'm left with is a seed of faith, and that dim glimpse of hope. One single chip is all I have. I'd stake it on God.

I dun have the mood to do anything, after I read that mail. It's akin to my world crumbling down. I didn't know I'm this fragile to begin with.

Angels. I need angels.

Passion Groove Life.