currently: crying

do you ever have those days that make childhood trauma come true, or at least make a soft spot smoke like it's no body's business? i hate these days. make me feel like i haven't made any progress since i was twelve. make me recall all those days seven years ago, when i'd get flashes to the future and i'd have nightmares about such soft spots not going away.

i guess immigration didn't account for such slight problems. i dont' know why we don't expect it to effect us so much. i guess sensitivity is an old school excuse for my mind, because as the years go i get more and mor hurt from not only my own soft spots but general cruelty and injustice gets to me at any level. i thought when you grow up, you're supposed to get used to it. walk on by. walk on by and ignore some of it. but no, i've become more and more sensitive to it as more and more shit hits the fan. whether it be shit in personal life, or shit overseas.

current song must not be helping crying stage: nirvana -- sleep last night