The broken ones.

It has reached my level of exasperation that i can no longer hold it in anymore. "The world is not save." I know it.

Read something so disturbing which made me tear. The passage was about an indian girl who got raped by 6 men consecutively and later tore her vagina, small/large intestines with an iron. She was left on the road. Naked. Wounded  Exposed. Devastated.

Where's the humaneness in humanity? Women are people, we're not sex objects. Is not the first time i'm reading passages like this but TODAY it concerns me most. Why is it that people are so vicious nowadays? Where's the compassion?

I questioned God, "are you not aware of this?" , "do they deserve this?" , "why women, why us?" I wish these criminals would be burn in hell but then again who am i to judge and to question God?

I believe "EVERYTHING happens for a reason." Maybe someday after death i'll ask God why things like this happen. I'm eager to know the answer.

Today, i realized how blessed and protected i am by my heavenly father. Thankful that among all the victims i'm not one of them. My God watches over me.

Today, i pray for all the broken ones, those who are afflicted. I pray for lives to be restored.

Today, i pray for those who have sinned. I pray for God to forgive them.

"For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each one may receive what is due for what he has done in the body, whether good or evil." - 2 Corinthians 5:10 

Signing off, Jyn

Start over.

It's one of those nights where i find my current blog http://jyneestly.blogspot.com all messed up, disorganized and i just want to start all over again.

Someone please tell me what in the world is wrong with me. ANYBODY?! This is prolly the 3rd time i'm changing to a "new blog" and it will be the last, i vow.

People get blase and spiritless after using/doing the same thing over again right? Like changing a smartphone, clothes or a boyfriend. Nah, ain't nobody got time for that. Maybe its just me. I have myself to blame.

Nevertheless, i don't think i should delete my old blogs. There's too much memories type-written with different people. Who knows, someday i'll read it again and laugh at how immature/lame i used to be.

Seems like no one ever blog these days. I'm all burn out trying to find inspiration from others. Whatmore, i'm lost for words.

Days like today where i'm all hyped up to blog only come every once in a few months. I'm probably the worst blog owner ever made in history (i declare this on my own).

Late night thoughts, they haunt me. I get all frustrated at myself for being so ignorant, waver and restless. Perhaps i won't be able to survive in the "real world".

Sometimes i wish i could just shut myself indoors and never get attach to the outside world. It's creepy and vulnerable when you think of it.

This leds me to college, going back to Inti in FIVE MORE DAYS. *drum roll* This sucks. As much as i miss my friends i don't want to be in some place where people wear a mask all the time. Anyhow, i pray to God everyday that i'll learn to love His people.

It's 2a.m. Time to hit the sack.

Signing off, Jyn