Breaking into bits and pieces

Hello!

I had a thing called "a hell of a week".
I stayed in school till 8 doing group work on monday, worked till 8 for thursday and friday, went to some home parties.
But yesterday was the most interesting day.
I went out for dinner with 4 of my girlfriends. We were having fun talking about stuff and rumors and all that girl stuff. But at one conversation, the toppic got deeper.
Then one of the girls just burst into tears.
She kept saying everyone is so special but she doesn't know what to do because all she can do is draw realistically. In other words, Entrance Exam style dessins.

She told us that she felt envious of me and another girl for getting into uni a different way (I went in by giving a presentation and doing face-to-face interviews).
Poor girl. She didn't even know she was this desparate to find what she is good at.
I guess getting into a good uni is a big step. But beyond that you are in your own so what's more sad and miserable not having support and all alone struggling to find YOU??

But the biggest thing is that I didn't know she was that struggling!
I thought she was a bubbly very earnest kind of girl. But she wasn't. And it turned out that she was a very fragile very sencitive girl.
So I made her stay over night at my place so to make sure she won't go all crazy regretting nothing. She left this morning.

For me, I'm actually doing very fine at university.
More than I expected.
Like I don't really get worried or get all down there and want to die or something like that. Maybe its because I'm so busy.hahaha

But I also try to detox all the information from my brain by writing my diary like crazy and doing yoga, running and drawing stuff at home on my wall without any thinking. I feel I'm very lucky because I have ways to relieve myself from stress and over-load infromation rather than staying at home and thinking in my brain non stop till I think I'm not worth living.

I also flashed back when I was little and remembered how it was hard to tell people about me. It must be the two-language syndrome or whatever.
It was hard for sure. Especially for a little kid.
This is very 懐かしい。 But because I suffered for quite a long time and gave people a lot of trouble, I have me and I'm very happy with myself. People may say this is confidece, but I think its something beyond that. What is it?haha Maybe its the fact that I have myself to rely on and I'm ok. Does this have to do something with having two identities in two languages? Am i thinking too deep?? Half-Japanese people tend to think too deep you know?

Ah by the way, I made a ad for this and I'm pround of it and I'm going to stick it around school and I'm attending it! :)

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