i guess it made us feel alot better knowing there are others who are caught in the same, or worse situation, and that we are not alone.
busy busy life.
sometimes i really wonder. what do i really want?
maybe, just a shoulder for me to lean on, to weap on, and a pair of listening ears always ready to hear me out, my sorrows, and a pair of hands that could bring me tissue to dry my tears for me.
