He said, I bet you write for the likes. I bet you write for the shares, the validation found in a virtual thumbs up. I bet you only love for the sake of material, so much so that you self-sabotage every relationship you’ve ever been in to gain just one more Facebook fan. I bet
I wanted to blame you for everything. And I suppose for the longest time, I did. I did it because it was easier. It was cowardly, I admit; but it was easy. It was so much easier to point the finger, accuse, shift the blame to you than to admit that I was wrong.
All my bags are packed and I am ready to go. Daddy dispensed his typical Asian Father advice: Send money home. Don’t do the sex. Don’t wear short short and tight tight. Don’t waste money. If got extra, send home. My brother promised to stay in touch. Unless he is busy playing basketball