Thank you.

Thank you to and for my wonderful parents. I know you think of me as a little bit of bad girl but here’s I tell you—Righteousness is still unrealized  by many to be not synonymous to being bad.—I know you love me and I truly love you more.

Thank you to and for the things that I tend to neglect to thank for.  I dont intend to, really.

Thank you to and for my office friends for making everyday bearable.  I know sometimes I talk a lot.  I know you get it though. I love you girlets (counting fingers). 

Thank you to and for my opportunity to work and get paid. I know, still, there are lots of buts, but, again,  I have to realize that I still have to be thankful.

Thank you to and for my other opportunity to go to school. Not only for the side benefit I gained from it, but, also for making my neurons kick again.

Thank you to and for my friends from everywhere.  A text message may be sufficient but is still nothing compared to a cold beer and hot dinner. Let’s meet up you bitches and addicts!

Thank you to and for my highschool friends for despite of not seeing each other, made me realize that we have a harder than a hard-nut-to-crack. I love you bruhs.

Thank you to and for my alcoholic friends for instilling the happiness and realities of the undefined part of life.  I know you question a lot in me nowadays but just to tell you—I don’t see the need to convince you how much I love you, simply because I don’t question my love for you at all. With or without a romantic love, sober or drunk, ILYA.

And to you who made me realize why it never worked out with anybody else. To you who brought back my faith in love.  To you who lifted me back from life.  To you who made beautiful words seemingly an understatement.  Thank you to and for you. ILYSM.

Thank you to and for all of these.

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