Laugh with me, then understand me.

This is a random post.

Today I realised that,... it runs in the family.
From the one inflicted with the pain to the ones with the derived pain, we are all the same.
固执，
嘴硬和
不善于表达。

The thing about me, Father and Father's father is that we're too alike. So much that we cannot talk and refuse to admit it. The hard way, we show our love in the hardest way that sometimes it could be interpreted wrongly.

Sometimes I wish I could be less like him and a little more like Mother. I wish I could just breakdown and cry. I wish I could just pick up the phone and know which number I could actually dial and there will certainly be someone there willing to put down whatever is at hand to listen to me. I wish I could worry less, think shorter. I wish, I wish, I wish for alot of things. But they can only be wishes.

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And there is still a gap between classmates and friends.

Sometimes I do want someone to ask me if I'm alright instead of whether I know how to do my tutorial. I do wish for someone who understands me, or at least bothers to. Just sick, just sick of facing the system and the people. But I dont blame them cos its my fault for being individualistic and there's still a distance between being classmates and being friends. Even us friends, with that little emotional fabric, how far can we go? I want to know...

Let everyone of us be happy, be healthy and be problem-free again.
If there is really a need for someone to bear it all...

then let it be me.

Maybe, just laugh with me so that I can leave my other emotions alone.