After last night's conversation
with someone, the quitting of the deacon and rehabilitation center's service is
a firm yes.
It’s
not end of the year yet, so I’ll serve till the end of this year, only to
fulfill my responsibility.
Deacon
is merely a title, I do nothing more or less because of it.
I
understand that there's no such thing as a perfect life or flawless person.
I’m just tired.
