I've lost count of how many people who have said I'm nasty, fussy,
and given me disgusted looks.
I've lost count of how many people who have said I'm fat,
both politely or frankly.
When I ask people what is good about me
many of them say, "Well, you're smart..."
Some others say I'm sincere.
Only one person tells me, no absent, that I'm pretty
something I always wanted to hear, ungrateful and artificial as it sounds.
My friends laughed at my personal journals,
in other words, at my thoughts.
Only one told me to keep going
and that what I do is good.
Only one person who has all the rights to take over my life,
and that is Him.
So, I think... I'll move on and give my best to meet His plans.
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