"I'm done moping"

I really don't know if that's a question, a statement or a lie. Hence, the lack of a punctuation mark within the quotation marks. I'm blogging again. I don't know why, but then, I never really had a valid reason. I don't know if I can be the same "I-don't-give-a-damn-about-nothing" bitch, because this time I'm forced to give a damn. I hope none of you have to ever face this situation in your lives, but it's bloody hard not having a dad in your life anymore. It's probably only a little less worse than being a complete orphan. Yeah, that's how I call myself now. I'm half an orphan.

Anyway, I find that I'm not moping as much anymore. Is it because I've done it for an entire year that I've now run out of tears? Am I really a stronger person or do I really not care? It's amazing how many questions run through your head at moments like this. In fact, pain has been replaced by fury. So much in fact that I actually have to give myself a couple of days before I can pen down how I really feel. I don't think my posts are going to be very coherent from now on. I don't even know if they'll be interesting enough to read. But does it even matter anymore?

He didn't deserve to die. My mom didn't deserve this either. I'm done cursing the Americans and the Chinese, temporarily though, because I have a lot more directions in which my anger is heading right now. I still think they should pass a law to ban Chinese females from talking.

Hope all of you are excited about reading a blog that's going to be PMS-y for quite a while. Because I sure am not.