♥ Daily Blog: Let Go (Pt.2)

I was going through the cabinet and found some canned food. I took the can opener and opened the can. Usually, it would be a piece of cake. For some reason today, however, opening the can was difficult. I was struggling.

Physically, I was struggling, and mentally, I was struggling. I wasn't crying, though tears dropped. For the first time, I couldn't understand why. Even now, the reason remains a mystery. I can't seem to narrow the main point down.

So there I was, struggling. Finally, I opened the can halfway so I was able to pulled it all the way. As I poured the food into a bowl, I saw a red fluid dancing around the lid. Strange, I thought as I stared at it. The food was mainly yellow, and its water was clear. Where did the red fluid came from?

I was not concerned about it all that much, perhaps I had other things to be concerned about. Suddenly, like an acorn hit my head, I realized that it was blood. I stared at my fingers, but nothing. I wasn't sure if I was injured or not, for I felt no pain. That's when I saw a flood (yes, a flood) of blood rushing out from the TIP of my thumb. I didn't take action right away though. Being stupid, I just stared at it with my eyes wide open. Finally, after 30 seconds or so, I immediately washed my wound in the sink. I grabbed a napkin nearby and wrapped around it for temporary. I then emptied all the food in the bowl and threw the can away, with about ten drops of blood still moving around the lid.

I had to wash my wound again. Apparently, the blood was still rushing out. Yet, I felt no pain. Even after washing it, a split second later more blood came out. However, I saw it. I saw the cut. It was long. *shivers*

I must've cut myself from the can. But wow...no pain? Other cuts, I felt at least something. This one was like...well it felt as if it wasn't even there. o.o interesting......very interesting...

The good thing from the cut was...I actually forgot what i was thinking for a moment back. Anyway, I took a band aid, though eh...not sure if i needed one.

I'm through crying. I look down at the tears that have dropped on each page of my textbook, and I wonder what they are.

Why do humans cry?

Oh, I looked through some stuff and I found a disorder I'm having. Depression. o.o

Hm, I don't think my tears mean anything. They're just drops of salty liquid.

They're just raindrops....

(: jen-jen

P.S. More camp reflections will be updated next week. I should start thinking more of what I'm posting o.o This blog is public. Me thinks me have forgotten =O