in line with that...
Third time in a row that I've dreamt of being back in the states, back in high school. Still feeling out of place, knowing no one's there yet everyone's around. Who do I hangout with? Where are my friends? I talked to people, but I wasn't sure with whom I belong. I couldn't find my friends. Only those acquaintances or friendly friends, not close friends, were there. My "parents" still remembered one girl, some girls were still cheerleading, although they quit two years before. Our high school was what I had always wanted it to be... Except I never belonged. I still had the experience of living in the Philippines again with me. I felt so out of place. I couldn't be happy for them, nor could I even say more than three words. It was all plastic. I wanted to speak Filipino...