It’s a dilemma.

Dy said, sometimes it’s better not to know cos’ he knows I think a lot about things and that I freak out quite easily.

But not knowing, leaves me in the dark. And paranoid.

About her, I don’t want to know anymore. Cos’ she wants to be free. And I’m not her mum. She doesn’t realize how much everyone loves her. It’s a phase, I guess. I just hope she doesn’t realize things too late.

Precisely why, I only want a year of it. Any longer, I’ll have to much to bear on these tired shoulders.

About that part of me, I need to know. Tomorrow, I will know. I hope nothing’s there.

It sucks when you have to tolerate occasional pain in the gut but not knowing whether it’s gonna kill you in the long run or not. Call me being paranoid.. but I’ve known people in the past who ignore it and are paying the price now.

I don’t want that, you know.

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It’s hard to save money when you’re married.

But we’ll do it one at at time. I’m glad you understand.