My eyes are still stinging, even though it's been a safe 9 hours.
It must be hard to be a teen, eh?
K.
This time.
Might just be.
My fault.
Tough luck, man.
Hm.
Maybe I don't want to be seen as weak, like Okonkwo.
So it's either I be like who I want to be, mend it right immediately.
Or like myself when arguing with my sister, keep it dragging on and on till the problem disappears by itself.
Oho, looks like my brain had registered you as a sister!
So my heart's pride and defiance takes over, since it's fooled into thinking that you'll stay forever so it doesn't matter, all those conflicts.
For sisters are eternal.
Aren't they?
