Right now's another emotional downfall messily created by yours truly.
Why can't I just drop out of school, move to New York, and be the Asian writer/artist wife of a drug addicted musician? We've all got big dreams. HA.
Mockery is the best I've got right now. Then again, I'm the same way. Argh! There would be no such thing as contradictions if we hadn't already been born with the natural "ability" to make them.
Why do I go through these bad experiences, learn from them, partially forget them, and run into new ones?
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