Confessions of the impertinent predilections of a sinner...

Everyone's broken. Everyone's torn. Even when we seem like we don't give the slightest fuck about it. We actually are.

And deep in the quiet night when we are all alone, and there's nowhere else to run. We withdraw into our little shells and cry. Break down not because we want to but because we are only human afterall. And family members may be differing but never substituted.
Ignorant i may seem, because i want to believe that they will all grow old one day and their childish mindsets will alternate. Childish because everyone is trying to change everyone.

Stop judging and start accepting with giving a little love and freedom. and a daily prayer as the day closes in. Love, regardless of who they are, what they've done or where they are. Love because you pledged to, at the church's alter in front of God that very day. Love because God loves them too. Love, because you'll need it too. It is not easy as it seems but we all must try, with the end goal in mind. If a loved one were to climb the wrong mountain in life, I'd not aid but instead, accompany them though the asperously scabrous journey.

Concentrate on the next hurdle in life and how to overcome it rather than trying to change people and situations around you. That obstacle is not going to budge. You will have to find your way around it. Talking will not help the least bit.

Mom and dad, this is for you. Love each other they way you used to. Whoever said love was conditional. Love the way you used to love. You dont stop loving cos' they're changed. Daddy's still daddy. And mummy's still mummy. That's not going to change either.

Does anyone hear me? =(

P.S -and baby,you'llalways be baby too. hehe =D
Sorry for being difficult the past few nights. I'm sorry.