my mom asked if i was okay today. i said of course i am, why wouldn't i be?
oh mom, how i wish i could sit down with you at the sofa, bare all, and tell you that i'm not very okay, emotionally and all. emotionally and all.
for godsake's sake, what am i doing? seriously, what the fuck am i doing? i don't understand me, i don't think i know me.
i don't know what i feel like doing.
it's over.
...
a wild flower dies
where it blooms
so let me be
a wild flower
its death shall be
the fading of beauty
-suchoon mo