When I was at a girl-evening last Saturday, I drew a small picture of myself; I'm crying, frustrated and shaking. But beside me lord stands beside me, comforts me by having his arm on my shoulder. I don't care if everyone else thinks it looks stupid. In my eyes its touching.
It explains how i feel and look like when i'm crushed and don't know what to do.
But, i'm happy to say that I can breath out. Its Friday after all.










