Monday, January 10, 2005
Get Well Soon
He is my everything.
My playmate.
My stress reliever.
My punching bag.
My happy bean.
My crapping partner.
My consultant.
My source of motivation.
He is everything i want to be.
Everything i aspire to be is him.
He is my one and only good brother.
But when he is sick, i can't be of help.
I'm useless.
I've never seen him in such a bad state before.
Yet there is only this much that i can do.
Lord, i pray that he'll get well soon. Don't put him through the torture. He has a bright future ahead of him. You can take everything away from me, but not him. Not his health.
8:05 PM
i spilled milk on the lawn
sometimes i love all these pain i'm going through cause they remind me how much a failure i am.
