TO YOU: There were times when you asked me what I was thinking, and I couldn’t tell you. It’s not that I don’t want to. I just don’t know how.
I always think. A lot. And even though I do want to share my thoughts, I can only give you a small portion of what’s actually in my head. I guess that’s the INFP in me acting out. So in an effort to answer you, here it is; my thoughts plus a few more I can’t quite keep track of. 

TO YOU: There were times when you asked me what I was thinking, and I couldn’t tell you. It’s not that I don’t want to. I just don’t know how.

I always think. A lot. And even though I do want to share my thoughts, I can only give you a small portion of what’s actually in my head. I guess that’s the INFP in me acting out. So in an effort to answer you, here it is; my thoughts plus a few more I can’t quite keep track of. 

Age does(n't) matter

  • So I went to the office on a weekend to take some off my work load. I went in really casual clothing.
  • J.T.: Look at you. You're so cute and you're already 26.
  • Me: hehe *smiles sheepishly
  • Mabel: Yeah, she's older than me and she looks like she's just 18.
  • Erin: I wonder how I'll look like when I'm 26.
  • I don't know if I should be happy that I still look 18 despite my age. For some reason, I do hope they see me more as a "lady" than a "teen". Oh well.

6.8.14

I no longer want to talk it out. It’s pointless. Do you honestly want to hear my side? Or have you already made up your mind?

It leaves me with nothing more to say; it’s going to be a one - sided conversation anyway. I’m tired of listening and always the one yielding.

Drawing

She once told him that she wants to live in a house with a swing.

She went on telling him about it quite dreamily.

He once drew her a picture; one she fully remembers:

a guy, a girl, and a little kid - holding hands.

They were stick figures.

And behind them were a little house, a tree, and a swing.