…since I get to sit down in a corner of church with absolutely no acquaintance to look at.

I sat, I sat, I sat.

Then, I wept, I wept and I wept.

So it’s great you know? I don’t get silly friends to come to me and ask me stupid questions like “Are you ok?”

Coz DUH, I’m not ok.

…

It’s funny coz I was thinking just now I am actually entering my teenage year of my Walk. We start as an infant, predestined. Having absolute NO clue on what greatness lies ahead of us. Then kiddy years where everything comes easy and go.

Now, Now? Everything is starting to make sense.

And everything is starting to not make sense.

I need to stop thinking like God owes me something. I need to stop thinking that everyone around me owes me something.

I need to stop thinking I owe myself a damn thing.