Being a middle child, I guess, it was already given that you're not gonna be someone's favorite in a family. Neither your dad's or mom's. I never comforted by anyone in this house. They would even scold me whenever I'm acting up.
There's no how are you, how was school--- not even the words I'm proud of you.
I always knew how it feels to be ignored and unappreciated so I naturally drawn to problematic people. No one listened to my problems before so I chose to lend my ears for someone who's in pain.
I was their comfort. But who comforts me?
I cried alone, making my pillows filter all my tears for many years. I always suffer alone... so I somehow developed a special connection to God. I got no one to listen to me so I ran to him all the time. I complain. I ask. I beg. I pray yet I seldom thank Him, honestly.
Now that I'm getting through my past experiences, I owe a big THANK YOU to Him. If I never felt his warm embrace within the tears I shed, I will never reach the point of where I am now.
Being with Him made me learn how to love and forgive naturally.
We do walk in different paths. We all have our own individual journeys to take but, no matter what, He's always gonna be there to comfort us.
Do not hesitate to treat Him as a friend. He always listens to you.
Always.
Lord, thank you for every thing. For my past, for this present and for the future to come. Thank you.
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Diary of an Introvert
De TodoStay tuned to her boring adventures if you're free. arigato! Please read the WARNING before going through the chapters. I don't want to disappoint you. (Highest Rank #3 in Introvert, #3 in Prose, #41 poetry as of November 2018 😊)
