To smile.

Painting, drawing, dancing, play games with my loved friends, talk with my best friend, silly fight/jokes with my boyfriend have always been my thing when I'm stressed up or, can't find the solution of my problems. And now, here I am siting on an Ikea's light pink stool, typing with my hair still wet, my towel on top of my lap, my siting-position as if I'm flirting someone and I'm trying to figure out how to make my problems get out of my head as soon as possible. I feel bad for not telling anyone or people who "knew" about it, b'cause I can say what they heard is absolutely rumors. And I do know, that person told everyone b'cause he wants to win so badly but I guess he didn't realize I did give him chance to win. 

So, I'm going to paint now and smile. Deep in heart, I feel pity on them and at the same time, I think he thinks I'm suffering without his help and, I think thinking about them boys problems never worth my time. Happy holidays, x.