no existe ser perfecto. Nadie merece a ser idolatrado o alabado. Nadie mas que dios. Dios no espera que seamos perfecto, pero si insiste en que tenemos ser sinceros.
Let it out
Sometimes when I smile, I smile so it will make you happy. But on the inside I feel fake because I know it’s not real. And sometimes you can tell but you don’t say anything. And I think that’s what hurts the most. Both of us know, but we don’t talk about it. That’s what’s killing me inside.
