Born Perfect by Eileen Wu
I cannot help but feel like I have wasted my entire life, and I will continue to waste the rest of it. I carry so much fear, resentment, guilt and shame that I can hardly keep up the facade of a normal functioning person. How did I come to be this way? This thought consumes me day and night.
Rain by Eileen Wu
Five months have passed since I cut off all contact with my father.
To many people on the outside looking in, I know I must seem insane. Everyone in my life from friends to distant cousins living across the Pacific Ocean has only ever told me how much my father loves me. I was told that he even decided not to have any more children despite originally wanting four because I took up the rest of his heart when I was born. I was told that my father spoiled me rotten which is why I had such a lazy and entitled disposition. Without a hint of suspicion in my mind, I believed every word.
Rice Hat by Eileen Wu
I like the things I like, and I don’t see the point in suppressing anything just to avoid fitting into a stereotype.