I'm boring, and bored.

I will, if it's God's will, use my wasted heart to love her for the longest time possible. I must die to my needs (except my need for God) to love her, even when she doesn't reciprocate, because my love for her is mixed with God's love for her too.

Pain... Pain which I have inflicted upon myself... Take it away from me, God...

I was slashed recently; two slashes, no less. Even though my friend tried to apply plasters on them, it was too late. The wounds are deep, and I can still feel the pain. I'm not sure how long they will take to recover, but I'm sure scarring is inevitable... :(