She’s a lovechild of uncertainty and betrayal and of indifference that can only be solved by compromising each other.
I used to be a Red Cross volunteer. I wish I can help too but I am terribly sick so please sickness be gone. And also please continue to help our country. I know we can overcome this.
This quarter life crisis gets the better part of me. I’m crying in between my daily routines. How can I be so unhealthy and helpless at the same time. Self -pity rushed in. I wish I could keep the joy I feel when I’m close to my Maker. I wish I could go back to the days I’ll spend my time in meditation and find peace and consolation to my weary soul. What have happened to me in the past two years? I have grown weary and tired but detached. I am becoming oblivious to who I really am. But I must endure because there is no other way through this ordeal.
(I am still sick. :/ Hope this week is better than last.)
He was thrilled and it feels good to be hold again like being comforted and wanted at the same time and before the time is up he made the decision to come back again for more.