Perhaps I think changing people’s mind is easy, that’s why I always refuse to accept what is in front of me. Now I give up, the job of changing their minds belong to Him.
This isn’t a good week because truly I wasn’t happy inside at all. Waiting for the letter from the universities is making me jumpy and nervous at all times. I’d been thinking about it every time I returned home from work, hoping to see one letter on my table. It affected my focus at work.
I'm glad that I have a rubbish bin.
Not forgetting I was (but now a bit useless) someone’s rubbish bin too.
