Elle est partie...

So another person told me that her mom passed away.

I often feel uncomfortable watching people announce bad news. They do their best to be "not so sad about it", but they don't hide their feelings very well. Then I don't know what I should do.

I don't know if complaining is a habit or an addiction. Probably both?

I think I'm going back to my "not going to bed before 2am" rule. And I'm gonna break my "not able to be addicted to anything" rule real soon.

Mrs. Coffee..

I'm so glad that I'm back.

I'm that kind of person who gives up after the first post. Excuses are easy to find, especially right after school started. Again, I don't really know what to write here. I'm getting obsessed with Discovery Channel on weekends. I just can't restrain myself from watching it...

I'm wondering if it's painful to judge people. Sometimes I feel I would rather give up everything I learned about the person just because it destroys all the nice feelings. It's such a hard choice to make though; whether you want the truth or the happiness, you gotta sacrifice one for the other most of the time.

Sometimes I wish that love wouldn't have to be tied with trust. Maybe it actually isn't.