Mom said that talking in the house sounds funny now, with the furniture all gone...
My cellphone's speed dials are now half empty...
Next year is a blank...
But I was just thinking,
hey, I'm really good at acting;
Phyllis tells me to go on art residencies
Takis kept pushing me to go into HCI even one year earlier
McDougall thought I had a lot of potential with Japanese studies
... somehow I manage to appear agreeable to everything and everyone -- things that don't agree with each other...
I suppose it was a skill developed in K-12
Moving around,
You kinda get good at it
Subconsciously anyway...
But what does that make me?
A sphere of swirling masks,
A different mask to face each circle of people I deal with--
and nothing at the core.
I've already been too privileged all my life. I have so much other people don't have. I have no right to cry.
...but right now I just...
feel empty inside.
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乖~ 別哭~ 男人流血不流淚 喔不對 你不是男人~ 那就算了
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