just like how broken glass would never look perfect again even if it's fixed. there's still going to be a degree of imperfection in everything that looks perfect. ; it's different.
Last night I was about to sleep till I realise my bears were missing. Went out to get them but they were nowhere in sight. Then I found them on the sofa hidden from my sight behind the armrests.
I backed out lol. Not being superstitious or whatever and definitely not because I'm scared of pain. But at least it beats having the fear of dying smack right in front of me. But shit! Today I woke up with my mouth all aching badly. The same feeling in school too after I rested for like 5-10minutes. Why does it come back when I don't want to go? =/