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Sunday, January 17, 2010
I very recently stumbled upon a rant of a good friend of mine, and I can tell you that I have never felt so bad in my entire life...
Usually, I'm the one sitting here and laughing at the suckers that were involved in whatever it was, but now that it's happening to me, I wonder if there's someone who thinks that I'm one of those suckers... I didn't think properly, and I was being selfish.
You know that once you promise someone something, you can't go back on it... I tried my best all the time to not go against my promises, but it seems that it came back and bit me in the ass...
Now that I think about it, even though it came to me like a lightning bolt, it may hurt me in the short-run, and I'd be the one 'suffering' at this point in time, what would happen if I hadn't stumbled upon that rant? To be more specific, since this is about money, material goods, something that God has repeatedly taught us not to hold on to, well...
If this promise made hurts my pocket, and if I'd broken it, imagine what it will do to our friendship in the long-run...
I feel so ashamed of myself, that I was the one who pushed, and wanted to give. It was all on me, and it was my choice. May this be a lesson to me... God gave us people the spirit of graciousness and forgiveness, where we choose to give grace and forgive, and I hope that she may do the same for me...
I'm so sorry... You have no idea how sorry I am... I'm no better than a liar and a thief...
the origin.11:02 PM
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