journal 6
The feeling for the first two weeks.
I always thought that it’s hard to understand foreign people. It’s their absolutely different characters that make me a bit afraid to understand their insides. Just like a kind of premonition. The more I try to know them, the more the differences between us expose – things may be like that. It’s impossible to understand them, I always thought so. I didn’t have fluent language as the champion of the fragile self inside me; anyone could easily read in my face, and discover the timidity on it. I’m not used to this kind of myself. I knew how to cover up my fear and hesitancy before, when I faced difficulties. But now……I felt so insecure without my familiar language with me.
Sealed (Dec 28)