Everyday, I woke up and read God’s word. And I began my day with peaceful heart.
I met people and I wanted to be nice to them.
But somehow, I feel like I can never be good enough to earn their favor. So I tried to be good.
At night, before bed, I wrote diary. This is the only time I can be weak and bad. Why nobody can accept me as who I am? I know I am not perfect, but I have been trying hard. And I would cry and cry and then encourage myself for a better tomorrow. And I know, after all, I am God’s child. Even if the whole world turn its back on me, I still have heavenly Father.