Grasswhale~~~鯨魚小姐隨意漫游

Believe it or not. GrassWhale is a cry baby.

Every little thing can affect me.

If you hear I start to murmur during the movie time, that means I gulp back my tears by doing so.

At times, I cry for no reasons.(In my room with only myself of course) Maybe crying is a way to release my emotions. After all, I am used to pretending "World Peace".

Day by day, pretending becomes realistic, or I tell myself that is real. Also, nobody likes to be a cry baby. I do believe the world peace, or I cover all the displeasure with a blanket named "Nothing at all".

I don't remind the last time I cried. Is it grateful? Not for me. I am not angry or upset, but it can not be equal to happy.

I feel constrained.
From what? From myself I guess.

About thirty minutes ago, I cried, or rather I howled.
For what? For the undescribable tautness and unhappiness.

Crying doesn't just mean tears appear. For me, that is a synonym of "release".

No doubt, I will keep pretending, constraining, and being displeased. And then, releasing.

Like a circle.

Changing?


Thinking is always easier than accomplishing.