2009年10月10日星期六天气雨
Dear Diary,
I got this urge of wirting it all.
Like a biography.
Or a memoir.
I can't take it anymore.
I've got to do something.
It's a living torture.
I never thought it could hurt this much.
But now is the time.
I've come to this point.
I took it too seriously.
And I always know it doesn't have to be like this.
It's just that you have more useless genes which have great chances of passing down.
It's just that you're one of the worst cases.
It's just a fact you have to live with.
You were born with it, K.
It's not like you have cancer.
Don't be so pathetic.
You know there are people out there who actually die because they are really sick.
You are damn lucky to be breathing now compared with them.
So no more hidings.
Nothing to be ashamed of, nor afraid of.
You gotta live who you are.
Don't burden yourself with what hasn't come yet.
You worry too much.
Take a real break, will you? |