I don't know what else is there for me to say except I don't know what is going on but I know something is going wrong.
My dad reminded me that I wasn't alone and shouldn't keep everything to myself.
After 18 years and he still don't get it. Even if I were to die, I won't ask for help.
An issue that can't be resolved...
To be honest count that as 17 cause I hate to admit that I am getting old.
No I still have the mentality that I am one year younger than my batch because I was borned on 31th December remember?
Smiling on that thought itself :)
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