Alone on the journey home, i closed my eyes and start to feel, my heart is in fact trickling with blood, i can feel the pain and when all these complicated feelings come crushing down on me, i began to feel so small and helpless, i just couldn't help it and started crying.
I am after all, a human, no matter how logical or how analytical i may be, i am not inhumane, my feelings are not numb but in fact sensitive. I may pretend but that doesn't mean I'm alright. I may be forgiving and generous, but not to be taken for granted. Generous as in, I wouldn't be that calculative and calculate into every details and bear grudges.
Ok, i dunno what i'm saying... jus a random post. Take care guys.
