i wish you were here. just like last time, i would tell you, i did pretty well. then i would sit and wait there for your valuable reward.... the smile, that's the only thing that matter, not the result i got.
no way we can know when death will happen to ourselves or to another. the death of her makes me wonder, if i would leave tomorrow, will anyone look back and apologise for despising me, or regret not spending adequate time with me and the opportunity that they never took?..
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thank you gladys, for giving me the comfort to tell you such stupid stuff i feel inconfident about. (: friends motivate and give me the confident i need, and i know who my friends are...