Let me tell you about how I got to be the awesome me I am today. No. Of course, I'm just joking. I'm born awesome.
Let me tell you about things that people keep on asking me about. This is the dawn of another series of posts. And then maybe I should put up a FAQ page.
When did you last cry?
It's such a cliché question. And, well. Almost every single time I have to answer this, it would be last night. If not, it's just now, yesterday, the other day, just this week, last week…
So, let me tell you, I'm a cry baby. I cry about almost everything. I cry when I miss my Mom. I cry when I miss home. I cry when I think of the days that will never be. I cry when I think of the days that could've been. I cry when I think of the happiest moments of my life. I cry when I realize those moments are all a bunch of lies. I cry about things I could've done. I cry about things I can't do. I cry a lot because of people. Even if I try my best not to attach myself to others, I'm weak. I get easily friendly, thus, I get easily disappointed. I get easily broken. I get easily torn to pieces. Thus, I cry a lot.
And then I have this problem of not wanting to share my problems, ASAP. I'm always thinking, "I'll shut my mouth, it'll be okay." But things get worse. And I cry. Things get bigger and uglier. And I cry. I tell someone about it. They get sad, they get involved. And I cry. I turn out giving up. And I cry.
I also cry when I'm super happy.
I cry over movies, novels, music, art... I cry about things that are not really my concern.
That's how it is. I'm a cry baby. Labels: #cw, %english, `life, `me, let me tell you, suicidal
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Let me tell you about how I got to be the awesome me I am today. No. Of course, I'm just joking. I'm born awesome.
Let me tell you about things that people keep on asking me about. This is the dawn of another series of posts. And then maybe I should put up a FAQ page.
When did you last cry?
It's such a cliché question. And, well. Almost every single time I have to answer this, it would be last night. If not, it's just now, yesterday, the other day, just this week, last week…
So, let me tell you, I'm a cry baby. I cry about almost everything. I cry when I miss my Mom. I cry when I miss home. I cry when I think of the days that will never be. I cry when I think of the days that could've been. I cry when I think of the happiest moments of my life. I cry when I realize those moments are all a bunch of lies. I cry about things I could've done. I cry about things I can't do. I cry a lot because of people. Even if I try my best not to attach myself to others, I'm weak. I get easily friendly, thus, I get easily disappointed. I get easily broken. I get easily torn to pieces. Thus, I cry a lot.
And then I have this problem of not wanting to share my problems, ASAP. I'm always thinking, "I'll shut my mouth, it'll be okay." But things get worse. And I cry. Things get bigger and uglier. And I cry. I tell someone about it. They get sad, they get involved. And I cry. I turn out giving up. And I cry.
I also cry when I'm super happy.
I cry over movies, novels, music, art... I cry about things that are not really my concern.
That's how it is. I'm a cry baby. Labels: #cw, %english, `life, `me, let me tell you, suicidal
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tagboard soon
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The cat loves to purr, and meow, and hiss. She's a very noisy cat, obviously. Kitty loves to sleep, next to her love for food. Food she loves include pizza, pasta, crepes, pancakes, cakes, milktea,burgers, etc. She loves being worshipped. Bow down to me!!! She loves cuddles, unless we're not close, eew don't touch me freak.
This kitty is in-love with a non-reacting bunny. He's always acting cool, and fails at it. He is crazy and loves computers.
This is still pretty much under construction; hence the emptiness.
Adopted Trees.
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