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       She slowly sat down on the edge of the cliff while holding a beer in her hand. She shouted at me, "Adi, you bitchass, come here. Sit sit sit down beside me." I walked to her while adjusting my hands into my jacket as the night got colder by the minute. She stretched her hands towards me and said, "Your majesty, sit here and tell me, oops, I forgot", and she laughed until I grabbed her palm with my mine, and I rested myself beside her. She gulped down a chunk of beer in one sip, and she laid her head on my shoulders. She went further and grabbed my arms, held them in hers. I got a little bit awkward as I had no clue what to do here. There was silence for a while. Finally, I gathered a little bit of courage to talk to her as I never shut up. I asked her, "Are you okay?" "No, I'm not. Life is just shit, and people don't care. They leave you when you need them the most," she replied in a trembling voice. "To be honest, I don't

       What does a boy tuck under the sheets looking at his cellphone do? Well, he starts writing a new blog while listening to Eddie Vedder's Society. I'm not sure what this blog will be about, as lately, I've been going through a lot, and I'm just unable to express what I truly feel. So let us begin a story in hopes of finding something that makes us feel something in the end. Caring Annoyance I've never lived with my parents until I was 17 for two years. I consider myself lucky that since the age of one, I've been staying with my grandparents. I was their shining star; they always did little things for me. I still remember when I was just a toddle who just loved to sleep; my grandmother would lay me down near our window at sunrise just so I can open my eyes to the sun's rays. My grandfather used to teach me to play the flute, read books to me and taught me my native language alphabets before even I went to school. Back then, I didn't realize that he w