Chapter Thirty-Eight: To all the losers

I think she was right.

 When your first love dumps you, something in you snaps. After that, everything else will be different and everyone else will be different.

 How undeniable.

/I hate how time is not a luxury, it’s a scarcity.

The very person you want to spend the most time with is the person you end up having the least tie with. Obstructed by unfortunate circumstances (how many weddings happen in a year?) and indomitable parents (if in singapore, why go across the causeway?) and ultimately the education system (school).

I pray to God that everything on Sunday will turn out fine. Please, please, please.

Nam-myoho-renge-kyo.