my mom (a few years ago) told us we'd move to hong kong, but i couldn't tell if she was telling the truth or was just wrong. she wanted to start anew, but she really wanted to stay in her place. try new things, but never give into change. i don't think i understood the way she tried to race.
i told a friend for the third time that i would try to kill myself. i told the rest of my close friends that i was simply in love. i don't know what got into me, but i think it has to do with where i'm sitting down as opposed to standing up
i need to settle arthritic pains and stand up and say "mom, i understand when you said we'd move to hong kong. even though i didn't want to, i know now that i was wrong."
why is it that i can only know if something's wrong when it's said and done? like why my stomach is bubbling and i know i drank too much?
he said "hug me now before my face turns all blue. i'll find my own hong kong this summer, but where it is, i'll surely tell you!"