Classmate's portfolio: "...I love carbonara and I hate backstabbers and liars."<br>
Me: *Well that escalated quickly*</p>
do you ever just get a vibe that someone has a crush on you and then you’re not sure if they actually do or if you’re just really really self-absorbed
"but I changed because of you, because of the love you’ve given me." - luhan
So something happened today and that person was quite shocked when I told her about the things I do.
I told her that—okay here it goes— there was a time that I clawed at my arm out of frustration and such. It was a time in my life that I felt so worthless. The fact that I hold grudges does not make it any better. And when I suddenly get a flashback from the days when I was experiencing ‘things’ from others, I punch a wall and scratch my knuckles against it. It so relieving to find a person whom I can tell these kind of things. A person who will just sit there and watch you blabber about the most shallow things. I was kind of taken aback when she hand suddenly made contact with my arm as if she’s swatting something away from me—as if she was scolding me. I appreciate her doing that. Maybe if she did that harder she could slap some sense in me. But now is not the right time. But anyway, I appreciate you friend.
I hold grudges. I know it’s not healthy but it’s hard to forget the things that cause pain. Sometimes, I punch the wall when I’m angry or when I remember something I don’t want to— I even scratch my knuckles on the rough wall when I’m really angry. I can’t fake smiles. If I don’t like you, then I don’t. I consider a person approachable [for me] by the way he/she treats others. If that person is insensitive, then I cut all connections. I hate being teased. I think there is no need for lashing our stupid words about height or face or looks. Everybody’s equal. There are no supreme persons. If a situation calls for me needing to be a bitch— so be it. Stupid persons need to learn lessons. I rarely talk to my parents about certain problems— I only talk to them when the need arises. I like quiet persons- no noise and stupidities. I like books and the smell of coffee in the morning. I rarely watch sunrise but I always have the time to look at the horizon and watch the sunset. I hate cucumbers and watermelons— I hate their watery taste. I love listening to music and fangirling. Sometimes a screw becomes loose and I turn into a talkative person. I love the smell of trees, plants, and the air after the rain tho people sometimes find me weird when I say that. Sometimes I have trouble sleeping because when I was young my mom used to hug me when I sleep— but now I have a bed of my own so I put pillows on my sides. I am weird. They say I’m bipolar though I don’t believe them. They say I’m annoying and too sensitive. Yet others tell me I’m kind and caring and always there for them— they make me think of who I really am. Sometimes when I feel so lonely I blabber about stupid things— not caring if someone reads what I blabber about/
These are just one of the times I feel almost similar to her. The way she talks, the way she processes information, the way she carefully looks as you as if you’re another lost being. We share the same burden. She keeps grudges and so do I. Behind those pearly white smiles, her mind is still thinking about what you said to her days ago. She rarely speaks her mind— which is a total contrast to what she should be because, she has a lot to say. Instead, she listens to the abnormal buzz of people shouting, laughing, and crying all merged together. But if you speak to her, she tunes out all of these and just listens to YOU. She’s a reflection of me. It is as if we were molded together but were separated. She— she’s irrevocable, unmoved by the people around her.
爱离开, it’s my turn to cry
Love is gone, it’s my turn to cry
It’s actually so regretful, tears are accumulating to seas
It’s my turn to cry ,黑夜多璀璨, 快关掉眼泪
It’s my turn to cry, the black night is so bright, quick stop the tears
If your tears…this time
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