I may be skinny but my head is not light (≠airhead). That aside, sometimes I wish I could be light headed. Thinking too much brings me too much pain, might be better to just float away.
Back in my high school days, I was teased for carrying a pair of hideously long arms, giving them the name of chimpanzee arms. Imaginably, they were jealous of me acing my sit and reach. Today ‘long arms’ is my trademark.
My dad likes calling me 猪头 ，it absolutely irks me. My pencil is my only weapon.
A part of me grew up thinking I was incomparable to the vases and flowers at home. Maybe I was only craving for more attention, nevertheless I have outgrown the vase.
PROJECT DATE: 2013