Stepped into dorm and was greeted by the aftermath of my madness last week. Felt cloths were thrown everywhere, scattered in bits and pieces like the tattered remnants of my soul. I saw the blade gleaming under the reflection of the fluorescent lights and the hatred just instantly surges within me.
I hate this habit and I hate what it has deprived me of.
But today is a good day. I woke up and I heard my mom telling me she bought me mac breakfast, fulfilling the request I made of her yesterday. I realised with the abrupt wonder that my relaxation and procrastination over the weekend has brought me more productivity than ever. Oh the irony!
I guess right now, I can say that I am contented and I really hope I stay this way throughout the week.
A Bible verse I hold onto:
"Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulations and be constant in prayer." Romans 12:12 (NLT)
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