A bit light headed

The air today is hot and sticky. Feels like a hot day beside the beach. Except the air here doesn't smell salty.

Michael didn't come in today, good thing. I'm sick of being called TanShiong or TanSiao or Tasho or TaSha or another million names he calls me.

I saw fireworks after dinner. Somewhere near KL, from my house balcony. Fireworks are suppose to be happy, I'm suppose to smile. But today is a sad day. Even starbucks didn't make me feel any better.

I've decided to give up. Somehow, I know it's never going to work. Everything I do now is making it more complicated then it could ever be. I can still think, still dream. But I will only make it last for a minute. This is all I can afford.

Bree says the sky is grey