... that he choose me...

Chade, I know the Fool is strange. But I like it when he comes to talk to me. He speaks in riddles, and he insults me, and makes fun of me, and gives himself leave to tell me things he thinks I should do, like wash my hair, or not wear yellow. But (...) I like him. He mocks me, but from him, it seems a kindness. He makes me feel, well, important. That he could choose me to talk to.

 I can't get this out of my head.

Sanctuary from the Wretched

Have you ever loath a place, only to find out how much you miss it? I don't mean a change of heart, or a realization.
I mean how something can be both loathsome and comfortable.

Maybe I'm mad. Maybe I'm sick at heart.

But there's a place that I long to go, but I will never be able to return to.
There's also a place that I hate to return to. I hate it to the point that it gave me migraine just by the thought of it but it's also the one place I will return to or think about when all other bad things happen.

-sigh-

So my fever.. have lasted for a week. How utterly disturbing.
I'm so sad I can't even cry about it.
I have more energy today though. Not today, I mean now.

A 'What' in December

December. Like many others who thinks, this is the month where you collect the pieces of the months before, and reflect.

What have I done?
Why did I do it?
Have I done well?
Have I done enough?
What can I do now?

Since May however, the only question I asked myself was "What am I doing?". That's still the question now.