A knackered mind can only do so little than usually. That’s why I haven’t posted for several days.
My creativity is destroyed; my imagination is limited to just what I have to know so I could pass college. My mind is weary.
Wish I could go back to the past, being kids again. Never have to worry about the future. You don’t have to worry about life, about death, about failure.
Kids, their minds are never knackered. 🙂


Usually, I chuckled when I wanted to suppress laugh because the opportunity weren’t appropriate. For instance, when I was insulted but there wasn’t anything I could do, I’d just chuckle to mask my offended feelings. Or of course, when it was about work.



I wish I could 