:: stop it ::

Stop making me feel more than i want to. More than you deserve. I dislike feeling like i’m not good enough.


I’m frustrated, i am. A good frustration? I don’t know. Having the urge to run away again. Head to Genting and sit on flying chairs until i get sick of it. Lord, won’t You take these frustrations and turn it around??

I don’t want what’s good. I want what’s God. Nothing less, Lord. Nothing.Less.


I’m back to my senses now.

I bet it makes you laugh. Watching me work so hard to reach you… – Liz Phair

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