it's a bit late, but I decided today that I have two new year resolutions.
1) I have to shut up and know what I can keep to myself because I don't need everyone to know everything about me. 2) I have to stop being a nice person and be harsher.
Yes. You can laugh all you want at the second point. Sylvia? Somebody who can be more frank and tells you to get a life? You don't think so? I don't think so too. People even LAUGH at me for being fierce and rebutting. People think it's cute. But it's not.
People don't know the limit of Sylvia. When I try to be nice to people, I don't see the favour return. Why do I, always worrying about everything, burden myself about being worried of making people feel hurt when it doesn't matter?
Actually I thought things had changed. You see, I am soft-hearted. I thought we'd all grown and matured. I see some people haven't. (I don't deny I am still a kiddo and am naive, but, that's so much better than...)
Something so much worse than crying for nothing on January the 2nd happened. It seems very very simple, yes. But you are not in my footsteps. You can say all you want but that's because you don't know.
You don't know how much the small things mean to me.
This week started off with more than 10 pieces of homework as usual, among those with piles and piles of essays to do.