Heartache is like the stone in your shoe. It bothers you, but it won't kill you.Maybe to you, it will. Maybe to you, heartache is a pebble, a rock, a needle, a pinhead, a knife, a thumbtack, but I think we can all agree that there is nothing more tiresome, more painful. My worst fear is to realise that I have been a waste of time. My consequence is independence. What is yours?
-Danielle Han
Took that from Danielle's blog. Read something in Sophie's blog too, though I don't remember exactly what she said. Left me with quite a bit of stuff to think about.
Oh, I was so shocked at who my parents thought I had something going on with. What shocked me even more was their reaction, or lack thereof, to it. I thought they would freak out, especially my mum, but they were so calm about it. Dad asked me about it just now, so subtely that I didn't even notice (or maybe it's because I'm totally blur when it comes to these kinds of things). Strangely, they weren't against it. Dad even said that I was handling it well. -.-
Parents are indecipherable.
On another note, Mas, Asraf, Asyraf&Shahida, we need to go for pizza. Maybe when I get my new place or something, I'll invite you guys over&the pizza will be on me (or rather, on my Dad, who has already offered to sponsor it). It's a measure of how much they did for me, if even my Dad was touched when he wasn't even there.
<3!
LOVE,
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