Words can either spill out like vomit, or just takes a while to be sieved out, carefully.
Weakness.
Our speech is varied, but our thoughts are certain, our brain tries to process these thoughts and find words to mould it into shape, to describe how we feel. But to reach those feelings and to absolutely understand it, is difficult.
I don't know why, but I can't.
I stop, feeling so much anger because I feel so helpless, yet so arrogant. As if I'd be better off without those feelings, or words.
And now, I really can't find the strength to deal with these feelings. I'll hide them, till probably when I'm brave enough to face them. And I'm not in a rush.
Cause I think its easier to hide, and not be found. Well, not yet.
I'm not ready to seek.
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History and Chinese on Monday. Tuesday, no plans yet although I wanted to meet Frizzles before she leaves for Australia next year. She got accepted into a golf school, like Oh my gosh, amazing ~ Would love to watch movies and go out. Hang out with people and listen to them. Hopefully Beatrice and Jo will still want to bake on Wednesday and then AC games Thursday and Friday. Aye. 
Oh yeah, received the latest Broader Prospective, and on the last page this montage of photos really caught my eye. Check out Things we forget :) Awesome.
