What is Understandable I’m never obsessed with an imaginary future even though sometimes I block in cult for rich, or happiness or something else. At fist time all of my relatives believe that I belong to obedient, diligent and introvert girl, to speak directly and precisely, a woman actually but denied by me. If true, both of us may come to a pretty pass. What I describe myself meekly and mildly does not indicate my character is coward, instead I just respect of my parents and friends. Unfortunately matters often turns into opposite aspects, they virtually infuriate me as if inveigle the little girl to challenge herself, but they fail to their determination eventually. I have sought tranquility because it makes me cradled in a mystic word, I desperately eager to imprison myself so that I would desert my ideals, and now I still question why my sister consciously objurgate me in various ways, I guess she never have learnt what kind of person I am, who is trying her best to seclude herself from secure word. There is no panacea to cure or reanimate my deadly heart.