clarity.

somethings in life, aren't as clear as she'd like them to be. like, where she's gonna be, where she's gonna work, who she will be, etc. she always wished that she knew what could be. guess it's one of the insecurities she has.

and there are no answers are there? there are no, yes and nos. maybes and ifs are the only things that are actually definite. how ironic is that? she has to convince herself that there are no clear answers.

but inside of her screams, i want the answers and i want them now.

sigh. demanding spoilt brat.

she'd wait, for it to be crystal clear.
patience, is holding back.

she drags herself out of bed. sits up, and looks down at her feet.

"faith is a choice. and i'm making that choice today, to trust You."

i guess i'm just scared things will change.