Running back to your arms

It's about 8:13am in the morning.

I was early at work. Mum needs to get to her office so she offered a ride to work.

This morning waking up feeling kinda crappy.

Questioning myself why... what.. and how..

Sense of betrayer and being such a loser to trust what anyone said, knowing that how untrustful and how unwilling i am to fulfilled what is expected.

For so many years i've been glad how God had pull me through.

and well there you go... someone just blew it and what sucks is when you know that you had allowed it. Either way.. what goes through my mind now is how much i just want to sit in his pressence.

You know like how it felt when you just run into your father's arms telling him everything you felt. and the silly mistakes you made every single day.. and he just takes u in the arm and tells u everything is alright. yeah~

:)