what do you think?

You know how you go through a hard time, and you give your absolute all just to make sure you get out alive?
You try your hardest to get through shit and you put your heart and soul into becoming stronger.
After what it seems like ages, you finally recover and you think you're happy.
But just when you thought nothing could take that away from you, a little piece of the past appears out of nowhere, forcing you to start all over again.
By that time I fully sort things out, I think I'd be 70 with 5 children and 12 grandchildren. heh. ann, ili, what do you think?

Boy, i hate this feeling.