I spend my life complaining about petty problems, from small things to tiny stuff, while she tries hard to make her family proud.

I admit that I never know how to appreciate a certain thing until it's lost.
I still don't. Ask Mich, I just went to complain about a loved one, and let it all out on her like a punching bag. =x


Shall you fight or argue or shout, but never let go.
Because in the end, perhaps years later, you'll be hearing yourself say,
"We fought. We argued. We shouted at each other. But, we never gave up."