That is the way it is with a wound. The wound begins to close in on itself, to protect what is hurting so much. And once it is closed, you no longer see what is underneath, what started the pain.

I saw a girl complaining that the pain of not being seen was unbearable... Now I have perfect understanding. I have already experienced the worst. After this, there is no worse possible thing.

Only you pick that crab. Nobody else take it. I already know this. Everyone else want best quality. You thinking different.

How can you blame a person for his fears and weaknesses unless you have felt the same and done differently?

I won't be what I'm not. -Jing-mei

Over time, passion wanes, differences don't.

We all hate moral ambiguity in some sense, and yet it is also absolutely necessary. In writing a story, it is the place where I begin.