When the stars go blue.

Talking about it is hard enough, to make myself deal with it at this point in addition to all the stress seems heartless. I have doubts, but I'm wishing I could wish it away. On better days, I try my best to forget them. Sometimes I succeed.

Sometimes, I really cannot find any reason to justify and understand why people do the things they do.
If I'm granted a leeway to own one superpower, I want to read minds.
I want to read people's minds the way Edward Cullen does it. It saves the trouble of guessing all the time, it erases insecurities and confusion. Of course it would ba a killjoy sometimes, but every now and then don't you wish you could read the minds of someone? Because I hate having to guess for answers, the tempting and teasing of the mind is not so fun.

I want to indulge myself in shopping all day long. Its the only things that can take my minds off the fuzz.