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As much as I like it to, things won’t just work out.

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Sometimes, I just want to scream.

What the fuck. Why are you so inconsiderate.

I should put my balcony to good use.

It’s okay, just breathe. Breathe breathe breathe. They don’t know you’re hurting. They probably don’t give a shit that you’re hurting. Why should you care about them then. Don’t punish yourself for something they did wrong.

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Life is awesome.

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才六個月,就已經想要再搬家,到另一個人生地不熟的城市。自己的心好像無法沉澱下來,一直往外看,經不起任何漣漪。也曾想說不定會在這裡安定下來,有一點不捨這裡的山水風景及自由。

最近工作很忙,加上有朋友來玩,並沒有什麼時間,也沒與父母通話。禮拜五信箱有一封從媽寫的email:

「媽咪有一個小小要求,希望你每星期日跟爸爸問好有事沒事跟爸聊聊天,我不希望爸知道是我的要求,當你寫回信時用新的開頭。」

看了以後心情更低落,不知自己這女兒怎麼當的。今天通話後下了死心,離開不超過五年。這樣 還剩五年的時間‧‧‧

陪爸

Some things are too emo to say over Twitter.

Each one of us is broken in our own way.

We wait. We wait patiently for someone to come along and fix us. If I can draw, I would draw a city full of robots that are broken here and there. All sitting, thinking and waiting for their saviour. But who’ll fix them, when everyone needs to be repaired.

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