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I wish everything will be fine, just the way I'd love it to be. At times, I keep telling myself that I have to be contented with every single thing that I have right now. But at the same time, I never fail to ask for more than what I already have, what I am already pretty much happy with. Besides, I hate the fact that I am feeling so insecure, unsure of what to believe, whose words to take into consideration. I guess, i am probably thinking too much, but I cannot help it.
Will it all be fine, eventually?
Will it all be fine, eventually?