the secret of my birth
i am not supposed to be the first child. i should have been the second, because my mom said she had a miscarriage one year before she had me. uh oh.
having lesser options, not so wonderful.
with less or no option, the thing that i'm doing now will be something that i 'have' to do, not something that i 'want' to do. this makes everything not fun anymore. without fun, i can't be happy. if i were to be broke or broken, i need to at least have fun in my work. if not, i am better off dead, literally.
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