You'll realize that being strong is the only choice you got.
I am out of words to say. But somehow, I need to let go of this feeling that I have been keeping for a long time. I don't know what I am gonna write, constantly pressing the "backspace" button. And still having no idea what to write about. Look at me now, blank expression - painted across my features. Sudden sorrows. Sad but I can't acknowledged what had caused this horrid feeling. Or wait, there is no need for a drama. Maybe it is PMS. Cliche.
Why can't I just write a normal post? You know, one of those posts where you'd write about random stuff such as "I bought new shoes" or "Oh Lord, I miss my boyfriend" etcetera. Haha. The main reason I exposed myself to writing is because I want to continuously remind myself on how good or how bad I am at expressing myself. I want to come back here, reading this and maybe tell myself in the future whether I have improved or have gotten from worse to worst. My mum has always encouraged me to be a writer so that when I grow a bit older, I can really make use of my spare time. I'd love to make that happen. Thank you for encouraging. Just do anything, and let it produce joy.
"Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”
Walt Whitman.
