So?
I am sick of being the weird one.
Auntie 1: "Hey, isn't that your elder son? He looks so smart and he resembles you. Oh, he is so polite. He really looks like you. Jia jia, you look so different from your mum and dad."
Me: (forces a smile and looks down) Oh ya.. they are slim and good looking.
Auntie 2: Your younger brother is so handsome. He looks like your dad and mum.
Me: (still looking down) Oh.. yes, they are slim and better looking.
Auntie 3: Don't worry, you are special in your own way.
Me: (smiles)
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So it's weirdo jacq bitching about her miserable life. So what if you are different? So what if you are fat? So what if you are ugly? So what if you are stupid? So what if you are quiet? So what if you are a coward? So what if you take all the pain? So what if you need to do more? SO what if you have no identity? So what if you lose your identity? So what if you gave up your organ halfway? SO what if you did badly in A's? So what if you were backstabbed? So what if you were taken advantage of? So what if you accomplished nothing in life? So what if you are always considerate to people's feeling? So what if nobody cares? So what if it's so what?
Nothing can be CHANGED
Fuck you again, jacq.
Jacqueline
10:29 AM
