everyone knows that the truth hurts. the truth stings terribly, like rubbing salt against your wound over and over and over again, firmly and slowly. and more salt is added when you start thinking of it,
again. or like making a little cut on your wrist, and you continuously cut the same spot again and again, with no caution how deep it gets. well the main point, the truth hurts. and somehow, the truth hurts more and more as the days go by even though it's supposed to go away with time.
it's scary how time flies? last november we were saying we have an 8 month holiday. now - there's less than a month left till uni starts. tomorrow i'm taking my driving test, and im terrified. there's so much pressure and i keep on thinking what if i fail.
i can safely say that my life is different now. at the end of the day, it will be the same few who stick with you, who you know will be there no matter what. because what we have is
real. thank you girls, the 3 of you. i don't know what i'd do without you.