I must have been a very bad person, a very bad friend.
So much so that these are all my retributions.
No one to talk to.
No one to eat with.
No one to have fun with.

Nobody wants to listen to my rantings.
Nobody wants to have a meal with me.
Nobody wants to go out with me.

I know I've been weird lately.

Maybe I scare you all away.

On the contrary, I said many times I wanted this peace.

How ironic can I be?


Happiest moments are always short- maybe because it's easier to rmb.
Somehow, we like to rmb the long stories. The longer, the better.


Why didn't mum notice my 60 bucks hair cut. Because she didn't care enough.