Dear oh so slowly disintegrating society —no seriously I love the world,
Not being overtly culture specific (ok I guess I am), but I have realized growing up in an Asian household, dominated by Asian culture has effected my ability to write. So I like blaming external factors/environment like nature, culture etc… but I feel like if I grew up in an aristocratic family that pushed literature between my eyes then maybe I would be somewhere, lecturing the contradictions of Russian literature, rather than being part of the 100th percentile. Rather, I grew up in such a heart-warming, optimistic family that I am not badly beaten/mentally unstable enough to be a writer. Curse my fortunes. I was not the Matilda of my generation that had to resort to books and discovered my telekinesis power because of asshole Danny DeVito who puts the dick in dictatorship and his corporates. I can not be the Nietzsche of this generation because I was not brutally faced with the realities of brain ailment and an unfortunate evil [step] sister. Long story short, the most damaged are the wisest.
Then again, this message itself may suggest something.
Every Asian Reading Vonnegut at 4 In the Morning
Oh my possibly existing figure, do not expect a cliche. I cannot be explained in two words. A biography — a biography cannot consist a matter of two words. Personally, I find this to be one of the most difficult obstacles one can face, well logically the second most difficult. Commencing third person. Kylie Coleen Tan is an English Student/Writer that settles alongside the border of Toronto. She has immersed herself in interests such as 80s British new wave music, dystopian-themed video games, and currently holds a soft spot in her heart for Dostoyevsky’s Underground Man since 1995.