Tonight, I've finally learned to tell fantasy from reality. And, knowing the difference, I choose fantasy.
This is the ultimate cruelty, isn't it? That I can talk and talk and to anyone listening, it's only air--too rich a diet to be swallowed by a mundane world.
Ive studied Chinese in college, but basically, Im not bilingual.
Time flies when youโre being stupid.
I'm happy. Which often looks like crazy.
I knew I was Chinese, but growing up, it never occurred to me that that had any particular implication or that it should differentiate me in any way. I thought it was a minor detail, like having red hair.