It's chinese new yr. the festival where people get tgt to kpo about their families and lives, kpo about their KID'S lives. the festival where children love most (ang baos, act cute), where single adults are depressed about, and where teens dont know whether to be happy or depressed. i mean, you still get ang baos, don't you? like after all the grilling about your own lives with no one there to cue you and you can't act cute to get your way out.

and there's the part when your parents embarrass you infront of all the guests.

anyway, it's CNY eve, and im sour and depressed. even the aunties could tell. thats bad, right?

so i attempted to kill myself by walking 3++km home. in heels. im not dead, dammit.

coz the people whom i had faith in most have lost faith in me.

nvm.

happy CNY to one and all.