Someone comes along and takes everything away from you. You feel…

Too much unnecessary dinner/supper and lack of sleep, yet there is this desperate need for energy and survival in all forms. I’d give everything (Food & Sleep) up to have lattes and coffee with good friends in the prettier fields of this city, talking, and talking through… Instead, there’s too much of not enough. I work, work and work while my friends enjoy their amazing lives occupied by PI, GP and Econs essays, partying every night, drinking, socialising… I feel strinkingly unchallenged in every form. I wished taking a plane to the other end of the world would require zero amount of cash, I’d leave straight away.

The laptop is waiting, the songs are increasing, the pages are still blank… But memories of you still remains. I tried to write but the words can’t seem to flow. There are still so many experiences to make, so many personalities to meet, so many places to see… Everyone puts on this mask, and cover all appearances. Fact is, we’re all strangers.

Tomorrow I think in the morning I’ll get up early, before my sister have gone to school, ask her how was her weekend at camp and make her a chocolate toast, and tell her how much I missed spending time with her. She’s my own little darling, who carries all her books home from school and seeks help from me whenever she feels caught. She is smart and mischievous and brave. But I do not want her to end up like me. I want her to do better.

“It had to be you”

(Will post in Chinese the next time round. Brain’s malfunctioning…)