One day I was crying in men’s room, sitting on the toilet and holding a box of tissues. Crying until I felt bored, I started reading the characters on the package of the box.
“planting”
“strict selection”
“food grade”
“no dust skin care allergy”
“food grade paper towels”
Suddenly I stopped crying. How extravagant I was using such wonderful tissues for swiping my tears! My goodness, my tears are the most unworthy things in the world that never deserve food grade paper towels!
Come on cry on my shoulder!