I imagine,
myself losing friends. Family. And everything else that eventually I have nothing left. Not because they are dead, but rather because they despise me. They do not forgive me for my mistakes. And now, I am an outcast.
My feets are trembling. I am losing hope, spirit, motivation, even my will to live. I still have God, but even without friends to help, I am nothing. I pray to God, hoping that I will never have to suffer too badly for what I’ve done. Continue reading