Don’t think about it. Don’t think about what could have been. It’s too unbearable.

We’re on this planet for too short a time. And at the end of the day, what’s more important? Knowing that a few meaningless figures balanced—or knowing that you were the person you wanted to be?

In the end, you have to choose whether or not to trust someone.

We both gaze down at my swollen tummy for a while. I still can't quite get my head round the fact that there's a baby inside my body. Which has got to come out... somehow. OK, let's not go there. There's still time for them to invent something.

You're so narrow-minded! You live in the same village you grew up in, you run the family business, you're buying a nursery down the road... you're practically still in the womb. So before you lecture me on the way to live my life, try living one of your own, OK?

I bet he never goes on YouTube. He's too busy. It's only tragic cases like you and me who are always online.

I love new clothes. If everyone could just wear new clothes everyday, I reckon depression wouldn’t exist anymore.