I'm rereading my posts over
89th Ave. I'm laughing at it actually. I don't know why, or maybe I'm laughing at how my strength turned into a weakness. Maybe that's it. I'm starting to realize things again. How wonderful life is and how God provides me with enough blessings. I wonder why I kept crying that time. If that happened again, now I know what to do. I won't cry, c'mon! That's pathetic. Now, I'll go to gigs and etc. I didn't know that that would be a remedy. All the time I thought it's a waste of time but it's actually not. You'll earn friends. Hehe! Glad that I met Metro Station. -Sharmaine