when you say you need me, no, I need you more

This year has been full of self discoveries. It wasn't until an hour ago that I realised that I'm quite weak. By that I don't mean physically (though I am), but psychologically. And it was such a strange thing to realise, because I've always considered myself rather thick-skinned, like because I'm mostly always optimistic, I can manage anything. It may sound rather presumptuous, and maybe it is. But today, a couple of hours ago something happened that knocked me off my high chair. And the only end result I could see in my brain was that we were doomed. Like, everything were just falling apart. That is until Volla came with solutions upon solutions, and everything seemed to brighten inside my head. And I felt so thankful for Volla with all the solutions I'd never think of by myself. And I think that's when I realised that I so easily fell from a hundred to zero. And it scared me, because I'm usually so optimistic and look for solutions. It's made me realise that I'm weaker than I thought, but it's okay as long as I have other people to coach me through it. I think it's about lack of experience. Just like the bloody exam, where I actually got into a very panicky mode-- it thoroughly freaked me out, because I'd never experienced anything like it. On another note, I'm quite fond of Adore You by Miley Cyrus. I think it's rather wonderful, and I think maybe I should buy her album if I keep continuing enjoying her new music. I've always been very adamant about enjoying music regardless whether I like the artist or not. And I know there are many people who dislike Miley Cyrus. But I don't-- like, I don't understand what her intention with the lack of clothing. But just because I don't understand, it doesn't mean she's crazy, like so many people seem to think these days. Like, people are so quick to judge and point out things that aren't within the lines of "normal". And we treat everything foreign as a threat to our normality, whatever that means. And what's most sad, is the fact that other girls seems to think that because she's dressing a certain way, they're above her. Like the way she dresses defines her as a person. Mostly it's not the male population that are the bad guys in this case. It's the women. And it's so strange how women can hate each other so much. I'll admit that I don't like that Miley is for narcotics, I don't like a lot of the things she stands for. But there are so many other things I do like her for. But regardless for all of these things, I'll still listen to her music-- doesn't mean I'll have to love her. Like, do you see me acting like Drake and writing about how much I love him as a person? I don't think so. But I do love his music, and that's it. Did I get my point across? No? Probably not. Anyway, I'm going to go eat now, because I'm hungry.