no one else.

Je suis très mal. j'adore taxi rides home when it's late at night. je suis cloaked in darkness et le uncle couldn't care less about the tears falling. This week has been a huge mess. i barely studied. i stoned, slept and stoned some more. What's wrong with me? Why do i need to log onto Twitter daily? Why do i care about strangers' lives? Why am i getting distracted by all this crap?
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The moment i lose God is the moment i lose myself. i don't need ___ to feel happy et motivated about life. ___ can't care less but He does. Et He's the only one who will bother Himself avec the nitty-gritty details of my life, the one who will tend to my emotional needs, the one who knows what i want and what i need, the one et only will be with me 24/7.

He doesn't care if i'm the stupid sort of fille who trips over her own feet, who stumbles out of a car instead of being elegant et all that, who constantly experiences bad-hair days et fusses over rien, who has a mind so fickle that no one bothers to keep track, who feels inferior 3/4 of her life, who feels really scared deep down mais just try to bang down every hurdle in her life blindly, who thinks that the L-word exists only in fairytales, who wants to have her own fairytale mais is scared as well, who is timide like what Mr. B said, who adores rouge lips a lot (okay, digression), who wants to smile and say 'Hi.' to everyone (because that's the way the world should be) mais daren't (unless she's in her green apron) because SG is a major stuck-up place et si you smile to people, people think you have lost your marbles, who took so majorly looong to pluck up her courage just to wave to the boy in the radio booth because of that, who fails to judge herself... Et the list goes on forever.
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i need my footing back. Et God's the only solution.