Apr 21, 2014
I didn't know that it happened to people so often. People hate people and they allow themselves to hate other people. Once people are broken, a piece of them will always be broken. Scars remain even after mending and all the right curing. It happens. But it's so hard to let it pass, because I was once a whole piece. But what I'm really trying to say is, I don't want to hate or be hated. I want to live like a believer of Christ and I want to live to be a proof and a role model to those who are weak. Let me do that. Give me peace my dear sister, and stop hating me for you have judged me too far.