don’t you get just so frustrated? over something so small and sometimes over yourself? you keep trying something but you’re not satisfied with it, even when the others say ok. you don’t know whether to continue, or wait, you haven’t even started yet. it just makes me so ohm-less wth maybe ’cause that means I can’t seek for new challenges before I accomplished this. sometimes when I feel like this I just lie down on the floor and count how many rotations the ceiling fan has done. but you know, it’s just some point of life, not the whole journey. so basically I’m drifting now while I wait for this “phase” to end.