It's been a long week. I've given into conformity and will journal like other compatriots have. I have really a bad habit of brooding over things when I'm not mentally occupied otherwise. Sometimes it's either I'm thinking absolutely nothing and other times, I'm thinking so hard my ears are bleeding. Anywho, I realized, while being in deep contemplation as I washed mountains of dishes for this Cooking Day Camp I work at, that I'm emotionally unstable; yet I am perfectly comfortable with this. I was thinking about all the things I would like to change about myself haha, and I realized how pointless an exercise that would be. I feel like I'm in a lot of pain, very very often which makes sense I guess. I'm extremely confused. I also realized that after my father gave me a speech about how I'm going to be unsuccessful,, isolated and economically useless, if I don't nurture my body, mind and spirit equally, that I'm indifferent to whether or not people understand what brings me happiness. There's is schism in my head; I'm not sure whether to laugh at myself or just pity myself. But I abhor self-pity. So what I'll end up doing seems obvious. Sometimes that makes me happy. The fact that I am joyous even if I'm feeling all this unnecessary and inconsequential pain. I have this foolish hope that since people, for example like my father, can't fully comprehend the purest for of happiness I hold inside, it's unlikely they can take it away.

...Not that I'm saying that anyone would want to do such a thing.
I apologize for the disjointedness of thought.

Introspection = Epic Fail.....Gah...Summer Homework.

School's in 2.5 weeks...Shiznits. X_X