Feathers are meant for the sky

Home is where your heart is set in stone

Where you go when you're alone

5 pm thoughts: 

• I don't like it when people tell me that I've changed, that I'm not the same, that probably I've become worse, when all the while, I'm at the core of my pessimism, when the severity of my own negativity is eating me up. They treat it like a joke, like it's something to laugh about. Well, ok, yes, the first time you said it, it was funny. No, not really, but I'll be kind and laugh at that ....Now, repeat it five, ten, fifteen times. Tell it to everyone, damn it.
• Ok, maybe I'm feeling quite sensitive today but really. 
• And don't tell me that. How many times have I let you laugh at me, make fun of me freely? Without even a frown, without showing you that I'm hurt. Maybe I get mad sometimes and things may get complicated at that point, but doesn't it always come back to normalcy? Doesn't it always come back to square one? Doesn't it always?  So don't you tell me that. 
• Sometimes, people should be careful with their words. 
• I need to study computer. 
• Bye. 
• Am I home yet? 
• Do not look at the sun and the moon, Joy. The stars and the clouds are there for you.