The Gray Terminal

    A simple thing with too much criteria becomes complicated. No matter how you define your meaning of “simple” it’s still complicated, because of all that criteria you demand. “owh make it look same”. “make it look aligned”. “change the colour”. “ one colour’s too simple”. “give me this design etc etc”. “i want it to look like this, but I give you all the creative freedom you want”. Seriously,if you managed to squeeze any of your own signature within all those demands, you’ve possibly gone nuts. What exactly can be made from all that? yes you possibly wouldn’t understand a single word of any of this, but anyway I need to get this off my chest.But if you’re really curious you can always ask, I’ll clarify it.  

I wish I could scream in a silent place where no one could hear me.I’d scream so loud, my throat would bleed.

  To some people, diffidence needs a piece of its presence within a character, to display simple acts of humility but for me rather I consider it a fairly large hindrance within propagations of my daily activities.Maybe because of it’s solidly embedded within me. Perhaps it was the lack of a missing element that made me so acute and particular about what I do.Likely, it was the sea of rejection I’ve eaten,swallowed and suppressed within me. Nevertheless I do not intend of blaming humanity’s utter selfishness and ignorance,for that is our nature.Simply enough, it’s likely always better to suppress oppression's ugly head and severe its pain alone.Well at least.For me. I’ve been pushing myself hard to eliminate my bad habits of blurting out to try talking less, not to mention to reduce pestering others with my one-sided matters.After all, I should get used to it, especially after high school I'd likely live solitary roting with my age until my final voyage arrives. Humans ...