I was in the middle of confusion these lately days. A half of my heart says: "Let it go," but the other half says: "Hold on a little longer, please." And I'm not that easy to give up, because meanwhile, my head says that everyone should be grateful to God for giving us something worth to wait and somebody worth to fight. It's such a constant condition, as always preposition, and we just need Him to rely on.My Mom once said to me, along her pregnancy, she often looked up in the sky for some stars and pray it would be right there, then in my eyes. And I don't know why, now is people barely look me in the eyes. They can't endure what I ask them to be honest, that's what my close friends said. Seriously I never intend to, I sometimes need them to look me in the eyes too; to know what they really want, to know what they really mean. And that's why I sometimes ended up clueless, literally clueless.
Oh Heaven knows.
