I feel so despondent. I just don't know what to do anymore.
The other day, I found my father entertaining one of his many hussies in my studio. Yes, my studio! Gawd, the nerve of that man...
Anyways, so we had a confrontation and he said that we were exactly the same. And I hate him so I don't want to be like him, let alone be EXACTLY like him. That made me feel a kaleidoscope of negative emotions.
So I hit the bottle. Went to a club. Got more spifflicated. Drunkenly kissed another man's (a very uncouth man, might I add) lady friend. Got beat up.
They stepped on my precious hand. And it BROKE! It really hurt. Still hurts.
I'm nothing without my hands. And now I am handicapped and shall never make genius happen with clay. Ever.
Woo bin-ah saved me from those thugs. But he hasn't been around since then. I miss him, Dear LJ. I really do! You can't tell Dear LJ but I am crying.
- So Yi Jung