I came back from Bali, slept for bit and I sent a text asking him to see me for half an hour. 20mins exactly coz the taxi driver drove so slowly as he spoke..about family, how I'll never go wrong if I uphold my family and choose to do what is right for them, no matter how bitter it felt at the moment. He kept saying we're asians and I hated how it sounded, how he would put the europeans in contrast. I wanted to believe that we were the same..that love runs just as deep in his veins.

My family is dysfunctional..

He keeps leaving.