I want to respond to all the comments that have been left to be answered at a later date. I think I would rather meet all the people who commented over this post in person and have a conversation over it.
Studying was easier. Trying to find a residency is going to be the hard part.
I like people visiting my blog. Making blog friends is killing the interaction on my blog. I don’t like that.
Truth always hurts. Hurts the one who finds out, and the one who has been trying to hide it all along.
Parents aren’t perfect. It is a hard fact to register. It is scarier to realise that one day you might be filling their shoes.
I think I am too cynical to be able to find love. Some times it comes knocking on my door and yet I find a way to throw it away.
One of my boys died. I miss him like I would miss a buddy. This is a very new feeling for me.