But it doesn't mean all the things that I've said weren't true.
Murmuring to my handwritten letters and postcards often makes me..desolate. I saw my friend came back to room at 9am and went out again at 10am. This overdosed solitude isn't healthy and I know it. In the despondent desperation of holding on to something lively, I sketch human form. I draw faces with mesmerizing eyes, shoulders with prominent scapula.
Of course there are many games that I want to play. I want to learn how to fly a kite, instead of putting 3 same coloured stone in a row and collect points; I want to learn Van Gogh's post-impressionism and tell stories with my painting, instead of drawing a joystick and ask my friend to guess what that is; I want to watch my friends smile and cry when they tell stories, it's just NOT RIGHT for everyone to have same electronic handwriting, I spent too much time in primary school to consummate my handwriting because my teacher said people will like you more if you can write beautifully.
All my friends are really nice person(ok not exactly ALL), but I'm just not that into Ipad or Igames. It must be very stupid of me, not knowing how to bang the fat opera singer down the stage or how to make a bird angry. Rapt in cogitation, may be it's because I refuse to grow up, or I simply don't want to blend in because I'm TOO self absorbed.
Of course there are many games that I want to play. I want to learn how to fly a kite, instead of putting 3 same coloured stone in a row and collect points; I want to learn Van Gogh's post-impressionism and tell stories with my painting, instead of drawing a joystick and ask my friend to guess what that is; I want to watch my friends smile and cry when they tell stories, it's just NOT RIGHT for everyone to have same electronic handwriting, I spent too much time in primary school to consummate my handwriting because my teacher said people will like you more if you can write beautifully.
I better stop throwing us into the flame, I think I just lost a few more friends.
