I have always thought that if I ever go mad, I will go into Wisma, the crowded underpass to takashimaya, slit my wrists and flick my blood at the faces of people that pass me by.
Conversations in my head
I talk to myself because there's no one else to talk to
Saturday, April 17, 2004
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