i know God loves me, i'm not so sure you do.

alright, it's an unmatured, childish thought i'm entertaining. you have to love me, at the very least, that's what you've said and shown all these years.

well, i'm more concerned about being stumbled. and i don't want war.
if my absence is the price tag of peace, i'll pick up the tab this time round.

longer nights in school, it'll be like the good old days, when i was still in council. hmm.. but for different purpose this time round i think.

23 days to my a levels.

be with me God. please.