Fragility
You know what sucks? Crying. Know what sucks even more? Crying in class. And the most probable worst? Crying over the fact that your longforgottentrauma can still wear you down. I mean REALLY! I thought I was over this! I've completely gotten over that fact and yet, it completely brought on my fragile me :x As in, while I was paying attention to my moderator about bullying, I felt a quiver. But it wasn't an earthquake, it was me. When I ohso dramatically took my hands, I was freaking shaking like a leaf. SHAKING DAMN IT. And it scared me. I turned to my seatmate behind me and told him about it, but said I was probably too stressed up - I wasn't. I had been playing my sissy's DS all day while studying. But the real shocker was when I started tearing up to the different kinds of Bullying. I was so scared. I shaked uncontrollably. My tears spilled from my eyes. I attratcted a lot of attention. I felt so weak. Their voices haunted me. I saw unwanted memories pop from my head. It was freaking scary. I wanted to take a half day so I can stay home and await for death. Thankfully, my kind and awesome seatmatea were there to comfort me. So did my unsuspecting classmates who made me laugh. And my moderator, for showing us inspiring videos and touched me too much that I fought a sob. I kinda miss my textmate, he'll cheer me up with his cheesy poetry or attempted calls. But No. Thanks again guys :* And Happy Birthday to the most awesome, friendly, frank and wise friend and 2 semester seatmate and my dear dear friend Jaymee Hana Padilla! <3









