yeah. we all have. and i have these:

*I COUNT THE STARS IN MY NIGHTSKY.

happy times would make everything finite up there —i always end up counting eleven hundred constellations. Other times, i only see two — one that shimmers, and the other one ironically dull. There are also times when my nightsky is vaster than i expect it — because these are the times when Castor would leave Pollux, or Pollux would choose to give up and disappear…or was it Castor who made Pollux leave or its the other way around? Sigh. Whoever. and Whatever. As i am writing this, the nightsky weeps hard. No stars. No constellations. Its been raining for two straight night and night. I cant call it day and night now. The night never sleeps. That’s why i never saw the day come in. The night weeps and weep harder. Raining. Pouring. Covering everything that i used to stare at and count. The stars are not my weakness — counting them, is…and the reason for counting them is (i guess) my strongest weakness.

*I GET TOO ATTACHED ON THINGS

I get too attached on things and it doesn’t end there — because detachment is a very big word to me. It’s like me jumping right into a well, and love it there for a while or so, but i dont know or didnt prepare or didnt even think about how i will be able to get out of there in case something (not good) came up. ugh. silly, jen, right?

* MY OTHER WEAKNESS IS RIGHT HERE —–> (._.). sigh…

okay. i dont know how to end this entry. maybe ill just write something. like….uh, THE END.