I love staring at you while you drive, because it's the only time when I can unabashedly stare at you without feeling shy or insecure or stupid.

I admit I was feeling fucking insecure around you just now after dinner. I get jealous and I might not be perfect but I can't accept criticism. I know I'm
Out of Spec, but repeated reminders get me down.

You hate me in a funk, but that is what gets me down.

You're not perfect either, but I love you all the same. I guess you love me the same way.

But still. *emo*

Maybe it's the hormones talking again. My face has been suffering from outbreaks.

Now I'm fat and ugly.

FML.

Shoulders are stiff as hell. I need my massage but I haven't the time.

Chinese New Year is this weekend but it does not even feel Chinese New Yearish to me.

Doesn't help that Grandpa is dead. And my family hates me.

Pay low, job unknown.

公公，我很想你。 如果你还在就好。