Today was the second day of our Midterm exams. My friends and I had a blast during the four hours of torment at the Uni. We ate at the local burger shop, and made jokes about Nicki Minaj (nice and good jokes!). I felt really okay for the first time this week. I finished reading 39 Clues.
Until I saw my friend crying at the Uni's lobby. I approached her and asked her what happened. "My Dad's gone." she said. I felt my heart sink into the depths of sadness. I didn't feel okay anymore. Not just because the person she loves passed away, but because I didn't know what to say or what to do. I just sat there, rubbing her back and listening to her sob. I thought about the things I could say, but I remembered all those things I've read in books. People didn't like when you do that. They don't like it when you sad things during moments like earlier today. So what I did was, I tapped her shoulder and nodded towards this girl from our class last semester.
She'd permed her hair. She looked like a crazy lion. We laughed. My heart skipped in happiness a little. I made my friend laugh. The tears slowly formed in my eyes but I blinked it away. It was the least I could do for her, but I couldn't help but feel upset because I was so afraid. I felt afraid the moment she said that her Father passed away. I was afraid that I'd make a mistake when I try to comfort her.
When my Aunt finally arrived, we headed home. I asked her if we could buy doughnuts, and we did. In the jeep we were in, a familiar face appeared. He was an old classmate, way back in Elementary days. He hadn't changed much. I wanted to say hi or something, but instead I just looked away. I was afraid again, that he'd ignore me or he won't remember my face. I just allowed it to pass. I'll probably never get to say hi to him, ever.
I arrived home and had lunch with my Aunts. We ate corned beef. It's one of my favorites. We talked about my childhood. Guess what?
When I was a toddler, my Father tried to carry me around and played with me. You know what I told him? "I don't like you! I don't like you!" I couldn't help but laugh when my Aunt told me that. She also said that I called for her after lashing out on my father like that. Ha, maybe that's why...
I'd also found out that I rarely cried when I was a baby.
And then I received a text from Fiel! Danisnotonfire has replied to the email! I almost screamed literally at the kitchen, but I tried to keep my cool. I couldn't explain how happy and thankful I was, especially to Kat because she didn't give up.
That's about it really.
This is me, actually channeling out my thoughts and emotions.
Yay yay yay yay yayay yayaay!!