Wednesday, 5 December 2007
I feel so crapped up. Can't you wake up and realise it's you? You're making me all crappy and troubled. To think you still have the nerve to suck up to people and ugh. You want to know why? I'm very pissed, yesterday was the first time I used "pissed" so many times in a conversation. The conversation was at night with my older brother, Glen, "Kor, you won't know how pissed I am. I'm so pissed." I kept repeating " I'm so pissed, I'm so pissed". You can't believe how angry I was. I'm seriously all crapped up. It's like that time when I couldn't stand someone and actually called the person a F***ed up F***er with a F***ed up attitude and a F***ed up mind.. or something to that effect, using as many F words as I could in one sentence. And my sentences just kept going on and on till I calmed down and eventually stopped cursing. To church people who are thinking "how could this be?": yes, I'm that vulgar. But I'm not proud of it. It just helps me release steam. Now, I feel like putting on my blades and going on a forget my troubles ride to nowhere. There's a messed up person typing this post trying to calm myself down.
Anyway, this crappy little girl is not anymore innocent than a rabbit who ate a fox. Can't believe I'm ranting like this.. On and on and on. Pardon me for being such a loser. I just am. Don't ask me how I am, I'm not fine. I'm angry, troubled, confused and messed up. What one night's conversation can do to a person. It's miraculous. Thinking about it, I'm quite a suck-up in church. I wonder why I tag along older people for lunch. Am I such a suck-up? Ugh. I think so. Forget it. I'm a messed up person.
How horrible it is to be judged and misunderstood by people who you trust. Do you think I join ushering and go for wednesday prayer meetings to gain attention? Do you think it's worth it travelling 2++ hours just to go for a 1 hour long prayer meeting just to get attention? I feel so crappy..
God, why am I so messed up? Why did You die for us? There's no good in dying for me. God, I pray that You test me. Lord, that You will test me as you tested Abraham. Maybe in a different manner, but I want to know that I'm like Abraham who could be tested instead of Lot who was not tested because he always chooses the way of man. Let me choose You, Lord, not man.
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