A Cute Letter

I must admit, last night I was feeling down.
I didn't even remember how to cry so I sat there like a pathetic loser with a scrunched up face, eventually my tear ducts took over.

I sat outside for ages, contemplating whether I should burden someone or not - because I'm not really good at asking for comfort. I'm used to bottling. In the end, I rang Martin and after a shameful few minutes, we just talked about random and even uninteresting stuff. Thanks Martin, and I'm sorry for persistently saying sorry but I really am sorry.

At 12 I went to my Chinese speaking exam and blitzed it! It's meant to be a 15 minute interview but they sent me away after 5 minutes. After reading two paragraphs they said it was plenty enough, then the lady asked me questions and soon ran out of what to ask me so they let me leave super early. That's given me some energy back.

I came back home and checked my letterbox to find that my mum had sent me mail from Taiwan! She printed the photos from when I was up in Brisbane. She's a bit stuck in the 90's and took pictures of me with a disposable camera. They made my day.




*SORRY ABOUT THE FLASH BLOB IN THE MIDDLE, I TOOK A PHOTO OF A PHOTO WITH MY PHONE-O