The twin

She still acts very cold and distant. It doesn’t often happen that I want her to say something to me. She usually asks me about my work schedule or whether I’m going to buy bread in the morning– questions that used to annoy the hell out of me. I feel anxious. In our family, it’s not a common thing to ever say sorry after fights–suppose it’s the Chinese mentality. It’s awkward, and none of us like awkward situations. So what’s the best way to apologise?

Well, the best thing is not to do anything further to piss her off.

Examples: Don’t put the knife back in the drawer after cutting bread. Yes, bread isn’t dirty, but still, wash it first. Or pick up your hair after a shower. Self-explanatory. Ever since our argument, she seems to complain more. I’m hardly listening anymore. The only reason for her to talk to me is when she has a complaint. She doesn’t ask questions anymore. She used to ask me random stuff that a friend would ask, and I’d get pissed off when she asked.

I don’t deserve her. I don’t know why I can’t express myself to you.

“The catcher in the rye” got boring. I lost interest in Holden’s tone. It’s like he’s chatting to me, and he’s not always honest. Though he’s open and smart for his age.

“Hurt,” instrumental version–have you heard version before? It makes you imagine you’re in a gray area, wearing a torn negligee. You are on bare feet but feel nothing. You don’t even notice the cold.

You find your unconscious twin in the fog, slowly kneeling down to touch her. She wakes up and grabs you by the throat.

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