As for the colors, though, I like Orange Crush the best, but it really does bleed through the paper too easily.
The Sailor one also looks pretty. But it's not really suitable for writing over large areas because the color is a bit too bright.
I just absolutely love green-colored ink! I can’t capture their charm in photos, but just looking at them brings me such joy.
Even though I already have so much green ink, I still can’t resist buying more. Welcome to recommend your favorite green inks to me!
It seems to be quite common in Asian families for parents to control their children in the name of love.
Ever since I was little, my parents have always told me I wasn’t good enough, but they said they pointed out my shortcomings because they loved me and wanted me to become a better person.
I’m always trying to earn their praise and prove to them that I’m doing my best. But unfortunately, I can’t be perfect, so no matter how hard I try, they always find something to criticize.
The most painful part isn’t the lack of recognition; it’s knowing deep down that they love you, so you can’t bring yourself to hold a grudge or blame them, nor can you ignore their words and actions. That’s why, once I started working, I made the decisive choice to move to another country. Long-distance separation and time differences can indeed effectively reduce their desire for control.
But when they came to visit me recently, I started feeling bad again. Because of the heavy work pressure over the past year, I’ve gained a lot of weight, though I’m not yet obese. They’re always telling me I’m too fat, that I lack self-discipline and don’t take care of myself, and that my boyfriend will leave me because of it. I should go to the gym every day after work, or I should try diet pills. Comments like these make me feel really down, as if I were a terrible person.
I had actually started trying to go to the gym at least once a week, but now I’ve completely lost my motivation. I’m even afraid to see them, even though my friends tell me not to take what they say to heart.
Today during my lunch break at work, they suddenly called to ask what I was eating, and then brought up the topic of me being too fat again. In that moment, I really felt like I was about to break down, but I forced myself to calm down and get back to work. Whenever I told my friends about it, all they could do was reassure me that my parents were just acting this way because they care about me. Now that I've shared this here, I actually feel a little better.