Peace - In a good mood - Wed 17th
Wed - 17th April
It's not easy to reveal all your emotions, even with yourself.
Have you ever tried to hide away from the crowd and pretend to tell them that nothing is gonna happen?
Have you ever just expected to run and live in a different country and start again?
Or have you ever paused for a minute just to notice how you really are today?
Oh, don't get me wrong. I am not questioning. Though they are just kinds of question forms but not absolutely like that.
I am trying to control myself these days. And I am inactive to keep on track. I mean drafting on a schedule, but I think I am supposed to get it right. I find peace. I know that because on my anniversary some days ago, it seemed to me that I was not thinking of anything. I almost memorized my old stories, all the bad and great things occurred and desired to blow my mind up but then all appeared together and soothe down, just like a comet falling in a blink of an eye. Instead of dropping some lines in my diary like before, I started doing something else. I even neglected my diary. I wrote a lot there so it might ease all my moods. I suppose so.
My parents behaved so strangely when they noticed my differences. Anyway, they felt satisfied since their daughter has been growing up. At least, I am more matured in their perceptions now and I am fulfilled with my current preferences. They spoke to me for a while and attempted not to ask about my private life - which my dad often drives a different way when my mom questions me. From the bottom of my heart, my dad is more psychological than my mom. He understands when to stop asking. He is still my ideal figure at some points. But I hardly share with him about all my dream. I bet he will heed carefully and try to assist me or give me some guidance in the way he thinks nothing is better than his option. Ah, I don't really like that much. I know mom, dad, or my sister,.. they always try to help and think of the best solutions for me but they don't know that I just need to talk. I don't need any help. So far so good, I find a way ahead to pursue, and I am pleased that my parents understand that.
I will make a schedule for writing something each week. I'm not sure what I am going to address - maybe just to recall the lost memory on those trips I have been gone through, or some prospective plans, some stories, as long as I can persist this journey as long as possible.
HCMC - on a not hot bright day
It's not easy to reveal all your emotions, even with yourself.
Have you ever tried to hide away from the crowd and pretend to tell them that nothing is gonna happen?
Have you ever just expected to run and live in a different country and start again?
Or have you ever paused for a minute just to notice how you really are today?
Oh, don't get me wrong. I am not questioning. Though they are just kinds of question forms but not absolutely like that.
I am trying to control myself these days. And I am inactive to keep on track. I mean drafting on a schedule, but I think I am supposed to get it right. I find peace. I know that because on my anniversary some days ago, it seemed to me that I was not thinking of anything. I almost memorized my old stories, all the bad and great things occurred and desired to blow my mind up but then all appeared together and soothe down, just like a comet falling in a blink of an eye. Instead of dropping some lines in my diary like before, I started doing something else. I even neglected my diary. I wrote a lot there so it might ease all my moods. I suppose so.
My parents behaved so strangely when they noticed my differences. Anyway, they felt satisfied since their daughter has been growing up. At least, I am more matured in their perceptions now and I am fulfilled with my current preferences. They spoke to me for a while and attempted not to ask about my private life - which my dad often drives a different way when my mom questions me. From the bottom of my heart, my dad is more psychological than my mom. He understands when to stop asking. He is still my ideal figure at some points. But I hardly share with him about all my dream. I bet he will heed carefully and try to assist me or give me some guidance in the way he thinks nothing is better than his option. Ah, I don't really like that much. I know mom, dad, or my sister,.. they always try to help and think of the best solutions for me but they don't know that I just need to talk. I don't need any help. So far so good, I find a way ahead to pursue, and I am pleased that my parents understand that.
I will make a schedule for writing something each week. I'm not sure what I am going to address - maybe just to recall the lost memory on those trips I have been gone through, or some prospective plans, some stories, as long as I can persist this journey as long as possible.
HCMC - on a not hot bright day
