emotions roughen, voices raised. nowadays its all the norm. i'm flailing my arms, not so struggling; but trying to find my place in this murky depth of the unknown.
contary to popular belief that a festive period is suppose to bring in the smiles and the happiness; i'm feeling quite the opposite. maybe its gotta do with my mother's constant nagging, or my father's quitting of his job again, or friends who don't seem to understand.
or maybe its just the whole enormity of it all - the ambiguity of the future, the lack of money, the lack of understanding, even love, even warmth under this roof. the negativity of it all.
i'm not some angst-ridden teen, i no longer am. c'mon, its not even fun to be one.
do you know how much it hurts? do you even know it hurts at all?
icy fingers playing piano on my skin - 7:35 PM
grace chen
14 october 86
ntu
communication studies
long bus-rides
thinking of the what-ifs
the occasional alcohol
music