As I was scrolling down..

I feel a tinge of pity.

I have God. No, God has me and I am glad about it. Blessed to be chosen. Blessed to be saved. Blessed that I am God's.

I am Blessed.
I shall not want to die.
I must not.

Eighteen and..

So I was thinking that when I'm an adult, I hope that I'll never have to feel this way again and then it struck me..

I'm already one.