Random

Hi. My name is Cy.

I am twenty.

I don't understand a lot of things.

That's why my head is filled with questions.

Sometimes, I get answers.

Sometimes, I don't.

My mom thinks I'm independent.

My dad asks my mom about me.

My brother thinks I'm weird.

I think I have inferiority complex.

I like kids.

I wanna be a preschool teacher someday.

Someday, when I have saved up enough money.

When my mom could say to thy neighbors I'm well accomplished.

I like to laugh.

But I barely laugh hard.

Unless when I'm with people I know.

I like poems.

A lot.

I like songs, too.

I secretly wish I have a good singing voice.

I like coffee.

And I think my Facebook's being hacked because captchas pop every now and then.

My password could be found on my favorite mug.

This mug was given to me as a graduation gift.

I don't text a lot.

People think I ignore their texts.

I just forget to reply, that's all.

I don't watch TV.

I hate crowded places.

I don't smoke.

But sometimes, I am tempted to do so.

Just a stick.

And I'll live peacefully forever.

I used to like dancing.

I like reuniting with people from the past.

They think I've changed.

I think they did, too.

But I still love reuniting with them.

I love my family.

I mean, family as in extended family.

But sometimes, I don't feel loved.

Sometimes, I feel like an outsider.

But I know they love me too.

Maybe they just aren't very showy.

I want to go to Japan someday.

And see cherry blossoms.

And eat the momo fruit.

And lots of takoyaki.

I like staying at home.

I like the sound of the rain.

It's very comfortable.

But I hate having my shoes wet.

I like ballet flats.

I wanted to learn ballet as a kid.

But I never did.

My phone is white.

But I wanted to change it.

My earphone's cord became broken.

So it stings the side of my face when I put it on my ears.

Now, that tape on the side of my bed finally had a use.

I taped the broken cord to fix it.

I'll buy a new one when I get my pay this month.

I'll probably get pink.

Or orange.

Depends on my mood that day.

I like flowers.

And butterflies.

But not unicorns.

I don't think they're real.

But I dreamed of becoming a mermaid when I was a kid.

I miss my friends.

I wish I can meet them this moment.

My fingers are tired.

My back hurts.

My eyes are sleepy.

But I can't stop.

Tomorrow, I have to wake up early.

I wish I could do that.

My mom would probably wake me up.

Someone's getting married.

We have to be there.

My Lola's birthday is on Saturday.

I bought her a present.

I wish she'll like it.

I wish she'll give me a kiss on the cheeks.

I wish she'll be happy.

And she'll feel loved.

She loves me a lot.

I love her, too.

On Monday, it's my brother's birthday.

I planned on giving him a present.

But he has his money now.

My other Lola said he saw my brother in the newspaper.

I found that funny.

He is socially awkward, according to him.

My father describes my family as workaholic.

I hide from people I don't like.

I have an avoiding personality.

But I don't believe in personality tests.

I feel completely stupid at times.

Other times I feel super genius.

I like arts.

But I don't feel like I'm good at it.

Much like in everything else.

I haven't read the bible in the longest time.

I feel bad about it.

But I don't know how to get back on track.

I should probably be sleeping now.

And end this.

By the way, did I tell you I'm random?

Ktnxbye.