Writing for myself (25)

What is happening?

Too many things happened, I have tried my best to feel ok and take things easy, like a guy I knew, every time I asked how his day was, the answer often was … how to translate it … like spinning around, being in deep sh*t but that made his day, his normal day. I saw how optimistic and calm he was, then I started to think about myself. Cannot be weak and stupid all the time, cannot act like a fool to handle all the starving tigers outside. That is harmful to everyone.

Forget it. Oh holiday, addicted to holidays, wanna visit many places -this time I have to admit that I desire to run away on my own. Hanoi is cold, so cold that you could barely breathe. The wind keeps howling as if it wants to touch your bare heart to freeze it but cannot do anything, so it gets mad. Where is the sunshine by the way?



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