Problems surfacing will no longer be friendship problems or any other problems that will affect me alot during my younger days. The different levels of difficulties, struggles and trials will mould me to be a different person.

Sometimes i just don't wish to talk about myself, about my life. Because i know clearly no one can help me. All i want is just a pat on my shoulder, a warm big hug, telling me "don't worry, you will be alright. i will pray for you." I long for that hug again, but it will be mine again.

I just want her to be alright. Every other thing can wait.

* j o y left her prints @ 11:24 PM