How I miss those phrases coming out from my lips. It makes me feel alive, and not alone. No matter how many blessings I get now, it won't be the same, with the fact that, you made them. A million days, a zillion hours, it's just a shell living outside, well a blessed shell at least.

Looking at yourself in the mirror every morning before you go out, knowing it's another sinful day living without God, yet it seems to be just fine? I know what that's like. and trust me, it's no fun.



i fucking hate java swing!
i need a hug..