First in a long time.
I am frustrated, and I just want to cry. But I just don’t know who to talk to, where to vent, and why I can’t stop.
I need a good cry maybe.>
We all grow older, sometimes wiser, and rarely together.>
Spare some sense? I am drowning and deteriorating.
I don’t know who would be there if I called out, “Will you wait for me?”
I think I am getting desperate.>
To be continued.>
Some say it’s the Chinese culture to be blunt and direct. “They don’t mean to hurt your feelings.” They don’t understand the impacts of what they’re saying.” But if I say stop with all seriousness as direct and forward as I can be, then why do their words stay unchanged?
I am all for the maintenance of culture, acceptance of heritage, and knowledge of different backgrounds. But I also think the most beautiful points between cultures are in the transcending points when both can learn, accept, and grow.
Sadly, not even I think I can accept right now, knowing my other will never even will to learn.>
Confessions as your daughter.
I never want to talk to my family members like they’re some part of a bad business.>
I’m an immature 20-yr-old.
As I sit here watching the Bellagio water fountain water show play along the classic music, I can only imagine this being a substitute in a movie for the glorious scene during which the young lad finally has his great orgasm after an awkward introduction to sex.