There are times when i think i have nothing left. Times when i think i should just throw in the towel and give up.

But then... when i hear of people around me... their stories... it makes me realized that perhaps they have had it worst. I live in my own 'drama' thinking this is it.. woe is me! Till i hear what they have gone through or are going through. The 'uncertainties' that seem so difficult to cope with are merely my own demons... my own insecurities.

I have to keep reminding myself that there ARE people who still think of me... and yes, it's not wrong for them to care. :P