Things are not looking so rosy. But I’ll pull through it. Like how I pulled through my mum’s death, or my parent’s divorce or did I?
I know it’s hard for people to understand my situation. I can’t keep playing this board game of life thinking that everyone around me ought to know what I’m going through and play Mr Nice Guy with me. I should give them this benefit of doubt; they’re all innocent till proven guilty.
Sacrifices.
