I want to bear grudges at the people who make it seem this way. They can't help it but to encourage something but I know that it's nothing. It's just that I miss good conversations that's why I'm feeling like this. THat is all. And grudges are corrosive. Especially with the stomach acids churning about, this time of the day.

I really miss good conversation sometimes.

And the good conversation has gone and got himself a job and forgotten about me I bet.

In this age, Twenty: not yet adult but not a child anymore.

How many funerals of my friend's parents have I been to.

But I can never understand their pain.

All I can do is take a lesson from them.
To take care of my parents and to appreciate them.

Easier said than done.

Here I am trying to understand the state of inertia that mine is at.

Sylvia Plath's emotions have never left me once.

Teamwork and encouragement are really powerful things to be facilitated in a family.