dear heart

dear heart,
i don’t know what to say to you.
i don’t know where to start.
I’m shaking my head and
all i can do is stand and watch
you cry, cry.

Note to Sumo self

 Frankenstein Dialectical Journal: 15 quotes: √

Dear Sumo self,

Wow. I am utterly amazed at you. I am  completely speechless at your ability to finish dialectical journals so early. Moreover, you didn’t BS the whole thing. Andd you really did put your heart and best effort into analyzing each passage to the best of your ability. I never thought you had it in you! I mean, the past year, when you learned to not procrastinate…my, I thought the world was ending. I’ve been getting you to not procrastinate for so longg: ever since fifth grade! And you finally managed to. That was a shocker. I thought that was the best you could do. And now, this?! No procrastination+dialectical journals done three weeks before school starts+no BS=miracle. Miracle indeed. I’m so proud of you, myself! I’m so happy, too! I feel very accomplished and ambitious. I knew you just needed some soul searching and motivation. But, congratulations! I’m so proudddd of you, sumo self! (: Don’t fall behinddd. I guess you haven’t contracted senioritis, yet. And don’t let your guard down! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK, SUMO SELF!

Oh, and, maybe it’s time to visit the eye doctor again…

dear self.

亲爱的自己，
不要在生起了。
你就原凉他吧。

my heart♥

dear heart,
why do you let words hurt you?
How come when you’re finally ready and willing to open up/move on,
you cower back in fear?
Why do you always sink down to my stomach and create that sore and painful feeling?
Is it because you expect too much?
Is it because you simply think things are going well
And then when you least expect it,
something hits you hard?
Then you feel betrayed all over again.
Just like the other times?
It’s everytime you open up..hoping to let out the old and to let in the new,
You come back crying.
Don’t do this heart.
Maybe you shouldn’t let people into your life so easily.
It’d be better that way.
Maybe you shouldn’t trust words so easily.
Heart, Watch your back.
Stand your ground.
But then again how do you really know?
Words lose their meaning when they’ve been passed on from mouth to mouth.
So..how do you know what is really happening?
I know you’ve been broken and mistreated.
I know you’ve cried.
But Hang in there, okay?
This is our journey together.