everything is so blase. nothing is new or interesting to me at this point, even myself. i've become one big cliche trapped in mediocrity.

My mom seems alright enough, although if left idle for too long she gets teary. It's not so much her father that she's upset about, but her mother's mental state ( Read more... )

Someone once told me that Korean people are very dramatic and emotional. I had scoffed and laughed at them - if anything, Korean people are known for their stoicism and emotional constipation, this need to suppress and repress - and ignore. Lets not talk about what's bothering us, and instead just hold it in until we lose our tempers one day and we ( Read more... )

My mother mistakes me. She sits by me and asks me if I'm sad because I don't have a boyfriend ( Read more... )

Holy crap I should take up personal grooming again - I look like fucking Sasquatch. Alas, I am damn lazy and it's damn cold.

Also, I still have not made any effort to organize and unpack my boxes. I moved back home three months ago. Three months ago. If there's any a metaphor for my life right now, my room would be it. Sure, I sweep and swiffer ( Read more... )

I hope that whenever she looks up at you with soft and luminous eyes (like some sort of trusting animal) you feel a shank of panic and regret.

I always wanted to be that framed photograph, beautiful in its sepia-tinted glossy smoothness. But only certain people are like that. That's perfectly fine.

Some people are like negatives; stark, contrasting and bewildering to the eye - at first.

Then you hold them to the light.

Lights dimmed low, half filled glasses of rum and coke, they pressed damp cards that were curling at the corners into their palms. He tilted his head back and she watched his throat work as he swallowed long and deep, shuddering at the thought of the racking aftertaste that it always left in her mouth whenever she drank. "The thing is," he burst, ( Read more... )

Do you know why people don't keep shells?
Because shells are useless - they're empty and useless after you've pried out all the meat with your teeth, leaving you with an empty, hollow piece of trash. And that's precisely what you've done - hollowed me out.
The sad thing is, that even after all your prying and crying and wringing (you pitiful ( Read more... )

shaky new beginning.