The one thing that I never thought depression would give me, was her incredible acting skills.
[How many years] x [so much acting] x [three hundred and sixty times] = [no one knows].
I only had a handful of friends grasping it with my hand, and I lived in the same house with my Lover for two years, but never once was I discovered. Everyone knew that I hated being stood up for any appointment, but no one knew that for every minute they're late is a minute with no one holding me back from wanting to jump off a building. My friends thought I was negative and disliked the winter season, no one noticed I had more bandages from the pharmacy, and always wore a long sleeve shirt to cover much more painful incisions when the wind changes. Telling lies even though I always tend to forget what I lied about will never make sense to me, but I still do it.
I have a schedule used to organize all calendars, both regular and non-normal calendars. In addition to going to school, going to work, going out, I have a calendar of everyone's schedule in the house to see if there are times when the house is empty and then buy a pile of food, watch movies and throw up. I arranged it in a way such that I can go out one day, then stay at home the day after so I could recover after being open to the world. On many days, I was careful to reschedule the shooting schedule three to five days after each binge / purge so that the pimples that would grow out to get rid of the acne breakouts. Anyone who asks will act: "I smoke too much", "I can't sleep", though true but never enough.
One thing that I know I have given to my friends, is my amazing calmness. Thao, my Thao, is so cute, I always wonder what I did in my previous life to deserve Thao. Thao comes to my house, finds a whole house full of undone dishes, a bed full of cigarette butts and bloody stains. This story goes on for more than 10 years when we are together. Later on, I gave Thao the keys to my house. Every time Thao opens the door, I wonder if he will be the first to find my body if I die.
Do you know about Schrodinger's cat theory? An imaginary cat, locked up in a box with a radioactive source. According to quantum mechanics, when you don't open the box, the cat is both alive and dead. This meant I still had a chance to live, until Thao pushed the door in.
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Lỗi - Error 404 English Translation
Non-Fiction"Finally, my autobiography book, Error 404 is out, after 2 years of work. It actually took me only 6 months to write 99% of the book, but couldn't write the ending for a long, long time. I wrote a book about a child who was sexually abused, unhappy...
