Saturday Morning

I'm waiting for Liz to get up so we can maybe get some Mc breakfast.

Meantime, as of recently, I'd have some quiet time to myself. It's...like the period of time when teachers mark your exam papers. Quiet. But the process of reviewing is ongoing, and then you wait for the result.

Except, I'm now the marker of my own papers... And I don't have a marking guide to know if I'm marking correctly. Haha.

I spent a bit of time writing a few stories, some of which will never see the light of anywhere. Could be the weather, could be the silence, but either way, I'm very much in the mood to write sad and emotional stories. It's funny how when I switch myself to be in the mood to write funny stories, it only lasts that long--the duration of that story. And then I go back to feeling what I felt previously.

A few thoughts have been running through my mind for a while now, in no chronological order.

Sometimes, I wonder if my temper really scares people that much. I don't like how it intimidates others, but I don't know how else to protect myself.

I keep friends, until I perceive I have been forsaken, taken for granted, or that I would only get hurt maintaining the friendship in the end.

I think I feel bad more than I ever need to.



...I think I need to wash up and eat. Damn you Liz... We missed Mc Breakfast today. Next attempt is either next Wednesday or two weeks later.
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