"You siao ah, cry for what?"
"Huh no la. I wore my contacts for too long, so now I have sore eyes"

Now I'm stripped of the liberty to have any freaking emotions.

I tried lifting the phone from the cradle. But there's no number I can punch without feeling like a burden to that unfortunate soul, or guilty for being such an emotional wreck.

The heart aches like crazy and the eyes are stinging with tears. I can only type this here because there's no one whom I have the heart to trouble.

This isn't a life at all. I swear, if not for my fear of pain and loneliness, I would be dead long ago. |

about

Currently eighteen, and waiting for my angsty phase to run out. I'm a slave to books, to unfortunate circumstances like "exams" and "assignments". My expertise is my 100 decibel scream and barking laughter. I'm profoundly in love with NYC, and there isn't a second in which I don't wish for a life there.

This is not entertainment nor a place too seek for deep musings.This is the highly selective, highly biased, highly opinionated account of my life. I just write, as I feel. No, not think. Feel.

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