It’s harder to please your own people than others. True?
I think so. Always so worried to upset them. When you in fact do it so much times you don’t even seem to know- Sadly. Sometimes, I rather loose than to just argue to prove my point. Face? Nah, I quit being Asian enough to care about it when it concerns the family.
Nose in the air? Nah, I really think growing up in an environment with so much rules might just cancel that all out together. What’s air when you think you are so imperfect? Perhaps, I should even stop talking.
Hell with all the rules sometimes. My side to be blame, but I can’t help to say that it is nevertheless in build.
I wish I could simply say those who hurt me are simply selfish, but I would rather just say that it’s really just my fault. It would make it 10 times easier that way.
Cry? Yah, it is simply the best solutions at times – perhaps, always. I still think it is.
Happy? Not now.
Unhappy? Literally upset to the max.
Angry? Not a tiny bit.
Disappointed? Is there a word for sheer disappointment? Perhaps not.
Time? 1:21 am
Still staying up? Yeah, I was woken up when I nearly , so nearly fell asleep.
Tired? Quite, but I can’t sleep?
Actual fact? I am talking to myself.
Why? I don’t know really. I wish though.
Not going to do anything? Nothing.
Sheer upset. Need space. Argh.
No one to talk to except myself. Iris= pathetic.
