This morning represented well laziness. As I fully embraced the dusty pink cotton blanket and 'sandwiched' the big silky pillow between my legs, I thought of the scenario where I was making my very first pieces in a quiet, humble apartment downtown. These days I've been thinking a lot about my education, whether I should stay and continue my study at an expensive, fashion design-exclusive college, or study abroad at a worthy school. The risk is high for both. The advantages I'm having here and now will likely disappear if I move. But an average school and a not-so-highly-competitive environment can't fulfill my personality or improve my skills in any levels. I will fall asleep as soon as the first semester starts.
After finishing that line, I ask myself why I'm still wondering if I've already known that I don't want to stay. ... Because I'm afraid. Like everybody else, even the ones who keep calling me brave and strong, I have my own fears and midnight is when my overthinking occurs. I don't want to be alone. I don't want to leave what I've built behind me and start a new life, new network and new habits. I can't imagine myself working part-time for money, struggle for it by the end of the month or having to have humble meals. Is this worth it? A couple of months ago I was so certain I would leave. What has happened to me? Is it what it feels like being insecure about our future? I always tell myself to be absolutely sure even when I'm not. Because if I don't say it, no one will knows.
I keep too much inside without sharing. Sometimes when it bursts, I collapse. Very few ones are willing to suffer from it with me. Very few ones find it easy to accept who I am when I'm weak. What I need now is encouragement so I'll have enough strength and focus to complete what I've started and get ready to go. By now, it's the only thing can keep me in sanity.
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