This week I spent one fifth of my time crying, which resulted impending assignments. Whenever I start tracing plans and sections and focus about nothing but the sharp metal technical pen, pearl of tears began showering on the tracing paper, like missiles bombarding onto a cream coloured dessert.
I couldn't do anything but diving into others lives to escape mine. For a while. I watched tonnes of complicated japanese animes to reflect upon the simplicity of my problems. But how could something so simple take away so much of myself? How can Life Give so much and Take so much away? I hate facing my studiomates now, with my nose constantly running and my eyes heavy of crying. I hate seeing them happily chatting about their plans for holidays. I hate it so much that I begun hating myself.
Men don't cry. They do actually, but never in front of people who would say such a phrase. I would wake up sober but pathetic every morning, confront the deceitful Sun and shut it away from my room by dropping the venetian blind, like killing a noisy chicken with a single slash with a sharp parang.
Thank God there are strangers from all walk of Life that proclaim themselves as Friends. Thank you God for granting all these beautiful Friends to me..