My stories, my life.

I actually is a very stupid person. And really very easy to be happy one.

When I despair, when I cry and hide under my blanket, when I just wish I can disappear on this world, even a smallest good news will make me brighten up. Even it has nothing to do with what I despair, cry for. And I also will because a small thing despair till die. Just like today, I read a novel, inside there is a scene a family is eating the mother's cook happily. Very happy one. Then I brightly smile for awhile then think about in the past I also have a scene like that, but now, I at home alone, havent eat for whole day, text mother tell her to pack food.
What she reply? "Who cares you." I cry. LOL, why I cry for? Why the fuck I cry for? Because I miss my mother's cooking? Because I miss when my mother scold me for sneaking in the kitchen secretly eat food? Because I miss when we sit on the table eating dinner and talk about TV shows and gossip?


If I can go back in time for one minute to see my mother in the past, I will kill her :) Before I was even born, and slowly disappear from this world.