I'm really sorry for hurting you,
I never intended to be a bad friend.
I'm sorry for the times I failed to care enough.
I'm sorry for the times I failed to notice your frowns and disappointments.

I can't help but smile when I think of the fun times we had,
and the crazy stuff we did together.
Somewhere along the way, we started to forget about them.

I do miss you and I'm sorry, I wish you knew it.
Even though I wish I could be someone you would confide in again,
the pressure's too much and I don't know if I can be that friend you need.

It was as if one moment, I was your perfect friend.
But in a blink of an eye, I failed you in so many ways.

This sucks.

Beautiful, beautiful tree diagrams. Gotta love them.

I've been spending half the day pouring the prowess of my brain cells on constructing tree after tree. I think I'm going to start having nightmares about these monster chunks of grammar. Intense grammar.

When I was young once, I used to think grammar consisted of simple nouns, verbs, past and present tense. How wrong I was. Naive little me.

Ouch, my neck hurts...
JUST TWO MORE EXAMS TO GO... come on.

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I MISS NATURE. I miss lying on the sand, breathing in FRESH FRESH AIR. I miss gazing into a MILLION STARS plastered across the sky. I miss being totally lost in the beauty of a sunset.

O Nature, I'd give up Facebook, Youtube and all forms of technology to be with you anyday.

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Being stuck at home with my head buried in books is really not good for me. I've been guilty of being an emo kid for the last few days, and I just can't help it. I've thought quite a bit about my life over the past few weeks, and I'm just altogether frustrated about thinking. I guess some good has resulted from my constant reflections....

Firstly, I've established that sometimes I read too much into things.

Secondly, I should never expect people, especially the ones I love, to be perfect.

Thirdly, it's hard to be content.

Fourthly, I'm a ridiculously prideful person who deserves to be slapped sometimes.

Fifthly, love means so much more when it is inconvenient.


And now.. to sleep.

He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all

Yeah, He loves us,
Oh! how He loves us,
Oh! how He loves us,
Oh! how He loves.


We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
And Heaven meets earth like an unforeseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don't have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way…