There is one thing I always do when I wake up in the morning [sometime in the noon hahahahaha]. Pray? Mmmm, if people define pray by making a cross, then murmur some sentences, and then Lord’s prayer, or Hail Mary, the answer is no. I just think of what will make me happy this day, and I talk to myself, or to God, that I am going to make my day perfect.
I realize in these past few months, I am weakened. Not that I am pesimistic or something, I just have less power to control my heart and make it balance with my brain. For some reasons that I do know by myself, I let any consolation to interupt my well-driven personality. I keep thinking of the same happiness, that even does not really exist. And later this morning, I was surprised I have something else in my mind.
It is my bad habit. Writing without any clear explanation. I just need to jot something down. I am happy, and I will be happy, no matter where, and when.
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