Remember, I ended with how I love being the unrepaired car? It has been two years, and I am still the unrepaired car— The ungrateful car that keeps its owner sad and worried. But regardless of my attitude, He still wants to be seen with me. Unworthy as I am, I would rather have my owner trade me in. But I don’t want to leave; I’m just not putting in the effort. And so my owner keeps being patient with…
I am like the unrepaired car, You know the one that manages to get around town? It looks clean on the outside, but the inside is in bad shape. You can’t truly understand what it’s like until you’re inside it. I am like the unrepaired car. Every time I encounter a pothole, I am afraid— Afraid that I might have to stop in the middle of the road, And everyone will stare, feel pity, or curse. It’s all shameful. I…
I had a cheerful heart: I divided it into a hundred pieces, I gave out ninety nine, I kept a tiny battered piece for myself. Whenever any of them felt troubled, I looked for ways to keep it going, I wanted mine to be better, I had to fill the with so much love so it can bring life to the sad one. Some hearts felt I didn’t care about their happiness anymore How can I amend broken hearts? All…