Just when I wonder why my life is so complicated, I think of complicated things that I’ve been through. I’m used to it. And God need someone who her life full of complicated things, doesn’t He? He need to make one. To complete the world as it is. I’m just not grateful being special.
Those all are just my distractions. I need it. Now that there’s none, I’m being sad again. Just cry and cry and cry.