A Prayer For A Night of Dread

I blame the Tall-Caffe-Latte-Warm-for-Iya,for this restlessness.

And so type, I shall.

This is a night of dread for the professionally unfortunate like me. After several days of rest, peace, quiet and simple joys,comes the day when reality rings her bell.

Tomorrow I shall be dragging myself from my bed, to scrub my skin raw, blow my hair dry, apply layers and layers of whatnots to my skin to maybe somehow appear happy and content to the untrained eye.

I used to hope that I would redeem myself. To finally correct the past errors incurred by myself and everybody else before me, and hope that the insults would be undone, pain would easen, and that I would be a tad bit happier again.But it just worsens everything.

I just now expect the worst, prepare myself for further insults, and hope for more time. Cause I’m always out of time. 24 hours is not enough for me to accomplish my work, to greet my mommy hello, to feed myself, to have a social life, to have enough sleep… I can’t even remember the last time I dreamt.

So before I sleep, and while I still have time…

Lord,
I thank you for another chance to live my life, should you want not to wake me up tomorrow, my life is yours to take.

Lord, I may not have the best job, but I’m thankful that I have one, please grant me the strength, hold me when my knees are weak, hold back my tears when the insults are almost unbearable, and give me voice when I’m too hurt to speak.

Clear my mind when all I could think of is hate. Give me patience to understand those who don’t.

Amen.