There are so many things on my mind recently and I would definitely like to blog all of them. Well, let’s just start from an unhappy incident.

The gist of the story is: I GOT MAD. And I started saying hurtful things to the one whom I have claimed to love and miss all the time. Sigh.

I don’t understand why. I knew it was wrong of me to use these words. I never liked to hear them too. I would be terribly upset if I were to hear myself being called an asshole.

Yet I still uttered the words that I actually don’t want to, even at that very moment. It was like taking a dare. A fine line between doing it and not doing it.

It was all my fault for throwing up a fuss. All because of my stupid ego. I felt hurt and I was so uncomfortable that I had to do something to show that I was terribly upset with what I had to endure. I really don’t like the way I hear some things. It irks me greatly.

I get upset whenever I know he is depressed. Imagine how terrible I feel when I know I am actually the cause of his unhappiness.

My cup is full. Of my assumptions. my prejudice. my judgements. Time to empty the cup. (Just to sidetrack: I sounded so wise. Haha. It’s cliche actually. I literally laughed.)

I guess I have to change. Maybe it’s my character. Somehow I have this fear of being incompetent and that I would be such a let down.

Do you know I actually feel offended when people think that I can’t cook?

Hilarious, isn’t it?

Does it mean that I am necessarily bad at something that I seldom do?