my currenT situatioN

好久没在这里写东西了，这几天情绪不好，想起这个部落格，就写一写我的近况吧。因为父亲又有外遇，妈妈忍不住了，告诉我和我弟，说她要离婚并搬出去住。她问我和我弟的意见，可是我们并没有给她答案。我不懂该说些什么，只知道心里充满仇恨。虽然我爸也有错，可是我恨那女人，也生气我爸为何要重蹈复徹。我不知该怎么办，两晚整夜没睡，又气又哭，我好累。。。 八岁时，我已经知道这件事，却装作不懂，到了十六岁，他们已经断了，原以为有好日子过了，但是现在，没有了。。。 因为那个死女人，我家还面临经济问题，真是人死为何不见她去死！一次又一次地破坏我的家庭，这次真的要散了，她应该很开心吧。我已经不是那个无知的八岁小孩了，我有反抗的能力，不会让她踏进我的家门一步，她以前对我妈下的降，还有那些他妈的无聊电话，我会十倍奉还给她！即使这个家我已住不下去，我也不会让她有机可乘，属于我家的东西，即使我破坏或捐出去也好，一分钱我都不会给她！如果我知道她的所在，我不会让她有好日子过。 我十多年来所承受的，一定会还给她！就算我嘴巴很坏，也不够她所做的卑鄙事情贱，即使我妈不追究，我也不会放过她的！

~The Art of Speaking ; Isn't Art Anymore~

What a life should be? Responsibility? This is the only word I can describe life.
Sometimes, is not one plus one equal to two. The answer might be three, four, five & so on.
When you think you like that thing, you just can’t get it.
When you get something good, you will lose something you really appreciated.
Speaking is kind of art. Words are magic.
Some words can make someone smile. Some words can make people cry.
Sometimes, I just don’t understand.
People says think before you say.
People says be yourself, you don’t have to hide you real you in front of the person you love.
Aren’t these two phrases sounds weird?

In the reality, everyone is wearing a mask when they’re talking to you.
At that moment, I don’t think speaking is a kind of beautiful art for me.
It was like a principle or a rule.
Telling you when you need to wear which mask.

~ Oh Romeo, Romeo~

Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
-- William Shakespeare