哭了，再一次。

為了老闆一句話。

太懦弱了，連我也不禁要說句。

I got the feeling that he dislikes me ever since he found out that I smoke. Think I'm some kinda bastard who would lead his little sis to the wrong way and screw his family.

Anyway, he dislike me I think.

That's why I dun like to be left with him in the kitchen or in front of the computer or wherever.

哭，在大街上，不十分寒冷，還捱得住，淚水卻不斷往臉上爬；

哭，在漆黑中，只有微弱的外頭的光，和孤獨的煙頭，大哭起來，突然很掛住阿玲。

很懦弱吧，但哭過後舒服多了。但是很累，很虛弱。

Still, feel that I dun belong.

And that I-wanna-get-the-hell-outa-here-asap feeling is all coming back now.

很累，累得面部肌肉撐不起。

可能只是一個玩笑，但感到被質疑、被討厭，很難過。

於是想起媽，想起家。

I wish I was tougher, but I'm not. Still that weak and emotional.

I'm sorry that I can't even stand up for my habit, for myself, for my feeling.

很累．．．．．．

22/6/01  12:53