i am so fucking scared the world seems to revolve around just me and me alone. a thousand and one scenarios and what-ifs whizz through my mind like a broken film, and all i can see is myself hanging from a cliff wishing somebody would pull me up and ride me away in a lilac carriage. i dreamt last night of many things - of planes crashing and buildings collasping, children alone and afraid, and an overwhelming sense of inferiority. suddenly the what-ifs grow so hard and real and cold and you know you can no longer afford the time and luxury of sitting on the swing, laughing and licking the ice-cream which is melting fast under the scorching sun.
unhelpfulness is definitely one fucking ugly human trait.
icy fingers playing piano on my skin - 11:30 PM
grace chen
14 october 86
ntu
communication studies
long bus-rides
thinking of the what-ifs
the occasional alcohol
music