I really wonder... Really.

This evening is quite a bad one for me la. Bombarded by questions on Revelations 19:8, with Jess kindly debating with me on whether the Lamb will have a wife. And of cos, I cant really concentrate much. I cant blog out my feelings here.

Blah.

Do you know how much i hate my emotions sometimes? I HATE IT. I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.I HATE IT.

Why like tt! Why! WHY!

The overflowing cup of love the God has poured out for me. Overflowed. And its flooding my eyes with tears. Why must i always suffer under the bloody hands of emotions. I want to be unfeeling. I will never pick myself up again. Why must I be emo. Why cant I be elmo.

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gazed at e stars@6:37 PM
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