This is absolutely, entirely, completely horrid.

I think. I am slowly losing control over the way I think, move, speak, act. That includes why I keep hurting myself or lapsing into terribly klutzy, clumsy stunts – banging into tables, knocking into doors, cutting my toe, oh the list could go on if I tried to. It also includes how I keep feeling so tired and in need of sleep, when I think I don’t need it.
And, importantly, I keep on ______ I AM SUCH AN INCORRIGIBLE ___. I NEED TO ___, ____, _____! AH.

I keep letting the work pile. Work which has been due for ages past. And I continue delaying them. I am also slightly sick. And I don’t know what I’m doing. I am LATE. Literally or not.

oh the worthlessness of my deeds!

He left the splendour of heaven,
Knowing His destiny,
Was the lonely hill of Golgotha,
There to lay down His life for me.

If that isn’t love,
The sparrows can’t fly,
There’s no stars in the sky,
And the sparrows can’t fly,
If that isn’t love,
Then heaven’s a myth,
There’s no feeling like this,
If that isn’t love.

Our God is far greater than words can make known
Exalted and holy, He reigns on His throne
In infinite splendour He rules over all
Yet He feeds the poor sparrows,
And He knows when they fall.

His power is great, and will ever endure
His wisdom is peaceable, gentle and pure
But greater than all these glories I see
Is the glorious promise that He cares for me.

Fear not therefore, for ye are worth more than many sparrows (:
I think. Even when there’s nothing much to be happy about, I can be joyful in the Lord who gives me reason to live and carry on =)