I guess we all deal with hurt in our own separate ways. We act differently when we are hurt, lost, depressed or what so ever. I grew from one way to another. I'm not proud of how I deal with it each time, but I feel as though I have tried my best, that's all it matters to me right now. We gotta admit that different sort of people have different levels of how much they can be hurt. You can't just claim that they shouldn't be unhappy because your tolerance of sadness isn't as high as yours. But that's how it is nowadays.

Personally, I cry. A lot. I don't know how those tears come by, how they flow non-stop, they just are. I have always deemed myself as weak, useless, due to this. I'm forever this emotional, and I'm hoping I wouldn't be like this for my entire life. Apparently I can't control my tears, no matter how much I try or how hard I try. Choking on my feelings are the worse, all I want to do is cry them all out, which is almost impossible for me. Unless I manage to calm down and relax. That's how I usually stop it, I presume.

I supposed, I became stronger? Actually I doubt so. But I gotta have faith... Right? We survive like this, we move on, we carry on. I will find other ways to deal with my hurt. Deal with pain. Maybe working out? After my examinations. I have this crazy inspiration of losing 7 kg by the end of the year, and maybe be able to wear Cheong Sum by next Chinese New Year. I'm a little overjoy this year.

Disney Overseas Trip, Internship, I want to spread my wings and fly. Grow. Mature. If I get more independent, I have myself to thank. I do sound selfish don't I? That's just how it is. I gotta learn to love myself more this year. I haven't done much of that last year. Keep on improving, keep on thriving.

Gotta keep living.