Thirty First

I'm the kind of person who wants to make enough money to travel. A lot. Like. A lot.
I want to travel every month, live in a different mansion. You see,
I want to keep living in a place that's consistently 0-10 degrees. Consistantly autumn. Consistantly hoodie-weather. Insect-less. Some rain, some sun. Leaves constantly multi-coloured. Breeze a constant.
I want to make enough money to keep travelling so my life is constantly Fall.
Yeah.
That's what I want to grow up to be.
An Autumn Connoisseur.

Thirty

Sometimes it feels like I’m not even here to live.
live my own life

I was put here to help. I’m just a helper, all I do is help. Help the world, help my family, help my friends. All everyone wants from me is help. And I help, and I help, and I help, and I sacrifice.
I sacrifice so much and never ask, never expect anything in return.
So much.
For nothing. For nothing because no one wants me.

Everyone needs me, to be something, to be someone,
but no one wants me.

Twenty Ninth

I take off my glasses before I cry
because I don't want to see the accumulation of teardrops.

Twenty Eigth

Cantonese doesn't have the phrase "I love you"

We don't say it to each other.
Growing up, I'd never heard I love you, never known what I really like you sounded like.
(I don't really know how I eventually figured it out.)
And when said, it's just strange. It's just a strange phrase, no one says it. If you were to, you'd just be given a strange look, a mental paper plastered on your forehead, "Foreigner"
Love is foreign, chinese people don't teach it.

But strangely enough,
It wasn't the chinese culture
that made me look at love the way I do.