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Day 1: My personality.
Before I talk about my personality, I want to introduce everyone to the three siblings: Cade, Maze, and Anne.
Cade is basically the big brother of the three. He& #39;s kind and gentle, very caring, sometimes even mother-like. He gives out the best advices, wholesome, but is also very strict at the same time. He& #39;d tuck you in to bed, sing a bit, but also would scold you if you& #39;re wrong.
Maze is the rebellious one. She& #39;s the loudest of all three, have a very sharp tongue, very hot-headed, have a terrible anger management, vengeful, and just want to have fun.
If you see me getting carelessly drunk, risk my own life just for temporary happiness, it& #39;s Maze.
If you see me getting carelessly drunk, risk my own life just for temporary happiness, it& #39;s Maze.
Anne is.. she& #39;s weird. She& #39;s.. baperan?? very clingy, childish, not the most independent, a cry-baby, basically just a kindergartener. She has a terrible daddy issues (yikes, I know), and she& #39;s never satisfied with the attention she has.
With that clingy and independent tendency, she& #39;d let anyone step on her just so they don& #39;t leave. She& #39;d give them everything; money, secrets, anything, just so other people don& #39;t leave.
Maze hates her. She thinks Anne& #39;s weak. She& #39;d made fun of her all day, all night, and Anne would just cry. Cade, as a & #39;big brother& #39;, separates them.
Now three of them lives in a small room, with a window big enough for them to see outside world.
Now three of them lives in a small room, with a window big enough for them to see outside world.
That room is my brain. They are my personas, or the cooler term, alters. Their differences, their constant bickering, Maze with her loud mouth, Anne with her fragile heart, Cade with his loving arms..
It& #39;s a mess up there.
It& #39;s a mess up there.
My everyday life is just a constant confliction over confliction in my brain. Cade would tell me to be kinder to myself, Maze would yell at me to "KILL THAT MOTHERF***R", and Anne would just be crying in the corner because she& #39;s overwhelmed.
Them combined, most of the time, is a pain in the ass. I don& #39;t know exactly how to explain this part, but without one of them, I wouldn& #39;t be me.
I wouldn& #39;t be this person with burning passion to take a revenge on those who hurt me by be a better person, keep improving, be kinder to myself, never hesitate to be in touch with my feelings and emotions, and give 0 damns to other people.
Cade reminds me to always be more gentle to myself, while Maze with her sharp mouth protects me from those with ill intentions but also reminds me to have fun, and Anne.. to be honest Anne gotta grow up.
- End of Day 1 -
Day 2: Things That Make Me Happy
The first thing that came up to mind is drawing. I& #39;ve been drawing all my life. It& #39;s a talent that I got from my dad.
Back when I was a little kid, I& #39;d ruin the walls of my house with my colored pencils, until my mom gave me bunch of used papers to doodle on.
Back when I was a little kid, I& #39;d ruin the walls of my house with my colored pencils, until my mom gave me bunch of used papers to doodle on.
I love drawing landscapes. Everybody knows the famous two mountains, sun peeking out from the valley between the mountains, and a road surrounded by rice paddy field drawing, yeah? I used to draw that too, but my dad taught me how to notch it up a level: perspective, and details.
All of the sudden I have the best drawing in the class, and my classmates would ask me to draw for them. They would line on my desk, hand me their arts homework, and ask me to & #39;spice it up& #39; because they don& #39;t know how.
Then it hit me.
Then it hit me.
Drawing for me is very stressful. Most of the time, what I pictured in my mind turns out completely different. My hands wouldn& #39;t coordinate well with my brain, and it frustrates me.
(at this point im conflicted between writing in English or in Indonesian. lmao. Imma hold this thread first. lmaooooo.)
