Well. Time can't make everything better.
And I didn't know that the "Dark Days" as termed by my parents were so bad, so horrible that they never want to talk about it and that they're so prudent with everything nowadays. sigh. I should appreciate them more because they really sacrificed so much.
And I worry about the sexuality of A. Hope it's not our worst fears come true.
And with people who really can't understand what I say or feel, I guess it's because you're on a different wavelength from me. It's so tiring to keep trying and for now, it's just going to be, " let time make things get better and so be it. whatever."
Thanks to the big sister for a wonderful dinner at mezza9. =) it's something that cheered up an extremely traumatising week at school.
Why aren't my close friends in Science majoring in the same subject as me! =(