When heart aches faintly, I held my breath, but still, tears creeping like a caterpillar at my face.
The well-built at the face is different with the frailty in the heart.
I wish I could just run away, escape those things that I do not wish to see, do not wish to listen to. But I just can't, I'm afraid. I'm not being myself again.
I knew those were just small matters that can be argued. It's not harmful. But the mood will just get influenced esily. What a typical Cancer I am...
I wonder if there's something can measure who you are accurately.