Why do I feel so proud of my accomplishments, and then proceed to tell others? I dislike braggarts. I hope I'm not one of them... On a related note, why do I tell people about random things that amuse me, yet become disappointed when the same effect is not achieved? Ah, I'm just weird.
Lately when I see certain things, certain triggers, I become inconsolably perturbed. I can't really escape what I see. "What has been seen cannot be unseen."
I had a nightmarish dream last night in which my mom continued to berate my S.O. in Mandarin, seemingly ignorant of the fact that he could understand every word. I defended him, but she was militant.
11 hours from now, I will be about to take my first final in college.
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