I think the old me was so much smarter and more wise than me today. Reread those old plurks and realize I had stronger resistance towards pain and disappointment. Funnier and used lots of complicated words.
Could it be because I have no idea how can love destroy you mentally, physically.
No, I think I did have the idea but didn't really have the chance to experience it deeply, platonically, by myself.
Been too clingy, too negative, too possessive, too sensitive, too much unnecessary emotions but lack of confidence to handle it. I've became too human these days.
