O! Despair

These words fall on blind eyes... or maybe they're just eyes that aren't really there.

Tears taste bad, never sweet. I hate that salt in my mouth...

and my mood is forever a fragile glass thread... shattered at the slightest mistake or word.

I miss writing so much, maybe I should turn emo and start doing it again?

no one would care =P


I'm still praisin' my Lord by the way. He never forsakes me, or makes mistakes, or fails to turn my sour mood into His glory. Yeah, maybe I give in to Satan's attacks when I feel this way, but I never LOSE the battle. the devil can only wish =)

bye now