Rain
From her Facebook status,
she really dislikes rain so much?
Sherron Lye
Same here; in my circumstance,
I like external rain but disliked internal rain.
Because I hate my inner cry;
hate myself being a raining princess cried for a negligeble thing.
Only used to cry to express something instead of pointing out the crucial.
Today's weather is raining,
we got a temperature of 8-14 degree celcius,
I ran under the rain to the uni for the sake of completing my incomplete assignment,
the feeling is so cool to ran under the rain especially when I am high fever today,
I felt like sometimes typing is a sort of emotional vent,
when my fingers were typing on the keyboard for the assignment,
at the same time,
listening to my blog songs and having the flashbacks while pl caned me on the bench,
remarkably,
the typing sounds became louder and louder; faster and faster.
I don't know what I typed, but I typed something out of conscious yet accurately and meaningly.
The most emotional distressed, while listening to my blogs songs,
I even closed up my eyes and rolled down my tears when I was typing,
I don't really know what had happened to me,
this is a public place computer pool okay?
I even rolled down my tears when typing in the public,
I guess perhaps to the external factor such as the pressence of my blog's sentimental songs?
At that time,
when I typed getting louder and louder, getting faster and faster.
People around all starring at me from far,
wondered what's wrong with this girl,
closed up her eyes and cried when she typed something,
what make her so distress?
Certainly, within me,
there are mixtures of huge doubt, distress, guilt, uncertainty and overhelmed.
Indeed,
I don't know what's wrong with me,
what does just now that behavior imply me?
Closed up my eyes and rolled down salty tears while typing,
I deeply felt the unhappy flashbacks scene in my mind.
Its a sort of confusion,
trying so hard to remember, uncertain to the memories about what she did and how I react.
When I was typing just now,
I just keep having the flashbacks of the cane hitting on my leg;
it make me closed up my eyes when thinking that,
the extra pressence of my blog's sentimental songs make me cried more; typed louder and faster.
I don't know what to do to stop the urge of having repetitive flashbacks.
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