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.
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.
Yep.
