We’ll live like a weed that perseveres through everything
rather than a flower that withers away quickly.
It's always my fault, isn't it?
Hello, I'm Jazel. I'm on most social media platforms as @JazelTWY. I have had this space since 2008, and I see it as a outlet for my thoughts, when short status updates or instagram captions won't cut it. It's a public private space, of sorts.
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i wanna cry already. i was reading this story and in the end the grandmother died. with a smile on her face. it reminds me of my own grandmother. she's sick, as in those almost no chance of recovery kind. but let's think in the postive side shall we? and i rmb there's this time i didn't want her to bring me to go tuition. i totally regret it now for now i don't have a chance for her to bring me anymore, she is too weak. But i know, every life, there sure is a time for it to end, death. but, it depends on how u live it. my grandmother to me, she led a great life. this part isn't great though. but yeah, it's the cycle of life. Treasure each day, as it is a hope. treasure every one around you as it is a gift. don't start to regret when it is too late. I LOVE YOU, grandma. PLEASE RECOVER SOON. THERE HAVE TO BE A MIRIACLE SOMEWHERE. HAVE THE WILL TO LIVE.