Thursday, July 5, 2012

10.15am

English language exam.

Psoriasis.

To everyone else, it is just a word.

To me, it means so much more.

They would never know, the cruel reason they used to exile me, was right there, on the question paper.

That nine letter word, hidden right there, in a sea of scientific names, but it flashed out like a lightbulb in darkness.

To me.

My life. It has everything to do with my life. It will always be in my life.

Until the day I die.

Monday, July 2, 2012

I slept. I woke.

Nothing has changed. It's still the same.

I'm so tired, fighting for balance none of the two parties care about it.

Why couldn't they understand that this is hurting the children more than anything else?

We are fighting alone. Sometimes I don't know why we even bother trying to fight anymore.
可不可以不要让我选。

可不可以就永远一起,血浓于水。
手心手背都是肉。

好难受。

Sunday, July 1, 2012

一个人在电影院。
左边,一对恩爱的情侣。
右边,一群很吵很吵的小孩。

我是来享受一个人的寂寞的
左边的,你们肯定玩得很尽兴很愉快
但如果你们等下也这么尽兴这么愉快
别说寂寞了
我想我连电影也没办法享受。