I often wonder to myself if I am inherently happy or inherently sad. Is what I show on my face what I feel inside? Someone once said I easily wear my emotions on my face. But what sort of emotions do I really have?
I laugh to myself on the bus, chide myself for the minor bloopers committed years and months ago, blame myself for not being glamorous enough, for following the ugly habits of my parents. But I daydream of myself doing things people will look up to me for, hearing others describe me amazing, steam up the stage with my performance, and smile as I think of my success.
I might be mildly bipolar. Comes and goes as my hormones do.
Hai. 小朋友的本性到底是什么呢？
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