Morning

So many things I wanna tell you, so many, so many, But I cant write it here, and Im wondering your listening to the shout of my heart Lord, everything that happens seems to become a routine for me, until I so get used to it, so use to it that I no longer know what's my feeling anymore, you know? Im sorry Lord, my conscience judge me for each single things I did to you, each single things I felt, each single things which I knew is wrong yet I continued doing, I know if Im sad, your 10000000000x more sad than me, that's why I will try my best not to complain, because ...