even forever and ever is not enough

i stand to praise you
but i fall on my knees
my spirit is willing
but my flesh is so weak

*[chorus]
light the fire
(light the fire)
in my soul
(in my weary soul)
fan the flame
(fan the flame)
make me whole
(make my spirit whole)
lord you know
(lord you know)
where i've been
so light the fire in my heart again

i feel your arms around me
as the power of your healing begins
your spirit moves through me
like a mighty rushing wind

*[insert chorus]
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i suddenly feel unusually spiritual. realised i havent been praying much, or rather, havent been praying at all so i oughta do someth.

i hate feeling like i am not of any help, like i cant comfort nor reassure anything or anyone cos i am not good at expressing myself verbally (at the right time). i want to be eloquent like mercutio (which might not exactly be a good thing).

anyw daddy is happy with my 3.3gpa. he says i am his pride and joy (for now). cross my fingers he will get me my portable baking oven soon. or maybe i can advance a step further and ask for a notebook upgrade or perhaps more realistically a new phone. oh wait, i shall not get overly excited lest i end up with nothing but disappointment, there

how can i run out of inspiration? i've always had ideas like a rushing river, unending flow and free. arf, i am having a horrible case of writer's block here and i refuse to hand in a nothing-driven one thousand five hundred words piece of argumentative essay (also known as bullshit). whatever blah, something (hopefully) will come to me.
frankly i do yearn for a little praise or acknowledgement or recognition of effort from ms chew (but if she did that'll be too easy/not challenging for me and ms chew will not be the ms chew i know anymore).

i just need answers, yonder
ciao i miss you so much