sometimes i wished i was given that love and respect. so that it will be easier for me to reciprocate. this past year hasnt been easier, in fact harder. i just wonder, if i was still the old me, would i just let my heart go cold and die off?
but the fact is, i am no longer the old me. and yes, i do believe that you are good all the time. all the time. my happy times, my down times, all the time.
but im not good. my faith is small.
when i face them, the sense of insecurity still creeps in.
