that awkward moment when you find out you're asian but not good at anything.
“I’m so afraid of losing something I love, that I refuse to…
The pain always came back. This time was going to be different thought the man to himself, please let it be different, as the express G train rushed on its way to better places. It always started the same, a rising anxiety of emptiness and despair, yearnings of the past and future fusing together in present existential…
