Just a little thought today. So it's been 2 years for me living in Germany. If you read my old posts (and even up to my current posts), you guys know how it's been a roller-coaster ride for me. Ups and downs. Hopeful and hopeless. But today I was going out with my friend here in Germany. We've been sharing our stories as usual. And she said that she saw (or has seen) me as a tough girl. She couldn't even picture me crying here. Wow. I mean, really, wow. I'm so close with her until I think she can see that I often get depressed here. She said that I'm so easily content with everything, for example, with just staying at home reading a novel. Yes, it's true. But I cry too. Humans cry. And I'm not a robot. It makes me wonder if my family even thinks like that too. Though, more than often, I think I'm such a crybaby -- not a tough girl.
Or maybe, just like what people say, 'fake it till you make it'. I've faked my courage and sometimes my happiness. And they see me being happy and strong.
And maybe I don't realise that I slowly have actually become happy and strong.
Yeah, I hope so.
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