How is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself? If there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a life lived in the midst of such paradox. One must live in the middle of contradiction, because if all contradiction were eliminated at once life would collapse. There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light.
And when we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.

I'm lost in you. Ok, pfft, whatever. School is school. Everything is perfect except for some relationship stuff. Diniy, cheer up k. There's so many things to talk about.
I hope everything goes fine. I really don't know why its happening. Sorry aelfira, pfft. :( oh, thanks for all your kinder joy and smses. Have fun paying bills. haha. OHHH, i know why you dont like juniors like us. Because we're too short for you kan. Omg, i've yet to do Malay karangan and study for Bio test. I can assure you malay peribahasa i fail, oh great, perfect huh? pfft

Sometimes the person you really need is the one you didn’t think you wanted.