The Same Level On A Different Planet
I'm not sure what my life is about right now.
My parents talked to the school pyschologist for over an hour.
My sister and I talked to him too.
Nothing is being accomplished by this.
I realize that the apocolypse is going to have to occur again in order for things to be solved.
Because I am horrible at confrontation.
I don't do schoolwork anymore.
I find it pointless because I'm going to die anyway.
But mostly, I am just struggling to grip onto the information being passed to me.
I treat my friends horrendously.
And I'm truly truly sorry.
Because I would be dead already without them.
Literally.
There have been a few instances where I have been rescued from myself by them.
And I don't ever thank them how they deserve.
I love them.
I love you guys.
Today afterschool, I went on a picture-taking fiasco.
I picked up ChrisBurke; we picked up Jesse.
Aaron met us at Manasquan pizza and then we picked up MattRaspanti.
And met CJ back at Manasquan Pizza.
I drop Chris and Matt off to get Chris's car, and we all head to St. Denis and the Inlet.
I take pictures of them after much screaming and frustration.
I drop Aaron and CJ off at their cars.
And Jesse and I pick up my dad at work and bring him to work out at Brielle.
And being friends with Jesse is really easy but really hard at the same time.
Pretty much all I wanted to do was kiss him the whole time.
This is happening completely opposite of the way I'm used to.
Why is my life so oddly connected together?
And why is that Pennsylvania is always so oddly at the vertex of it all?
I feel like I could move to South Korea and somehow, someway, Pennsylvania would be there in some manner.
I hope SarahKaru blows it up soon. Pennsylvania that is. And saves the Taylor family. And Sam. And Drew.
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There is a little girl at my dance school named Gianna who asks everyday if I'm still going out with "Andrew."
I tell her no everytime.
And she still always asks me how "Andrew" is doing.
And I glare a little bit.
Even though she is in 7th grade.
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I am not getting any less Asian looking.
And that's nice if you think it's all right.
But I think it's hideous.
I am gross.
There is a week-old stomach ache thriving angrily.
I'm told it's not an ulcer.
By Dr. Rudinski.
I just feel exhausted.
Physically.
Emotionally.
Mentally.
I was told to stop saying 'sorry.'
I apologize about that.
My parents talked to the school pyschologist for over an hour.
My sister and I talked to him too.
Nothing is being accomplished by this.
I realize that the apocolypse is going to have to occur again in order for things to be solved.
Because I am horrible at confrontation.
I don't do schoolwork anymore.
I find it pointless because I'm going to die anyway.
But mostly, I am just struggling to grip onto the information being passed to me.
I treat my friends horrendously.
And I'm truly truly sorry.
Because I would be dead already without them.
Literally.
There have been a few instances where I have been rescued from myself by them.
And I don't ever thank them how they deserve.
I love them.
I love you guys.
Today afterschool, I went on a picture-taking fiasco.
I picked up ChrisBurke; we picked up Jesse.
Aaron met us at Manasquan pizza and then we picked up MattRaspanti.
And met CJ back at Manasquan Pizza.
I drop Chris and Matt off to get Chris's car, and we all head to St. Denis and the Inlet.
I take pictures of them after much screaming and frustration.
I drop Aaron and CJ off at their cars.
And Jesse and I pick up my dad at work and bring him to work out at Brielle.
And being friends with Jesse is really easy but really hard at the same time.
Pretty much all I wanted to do was kiss him the whole time.
This is happening completely opposite of the way I'm used to.
Why is my life so oddly connected together?
And why is that Pennsylvania is always so oddly at the vertex of it all?
I feel like I could move to South Korea and somehow, someway, Pennsylvania would be there in some manner.
I hope SarahKaru blows it up soon. Pennsylvania that is. And saves the Taylor family. And Sam. And Drew.
---------------++++++++++--------------------
There is a little girl at my dance school named Gianna who asks everyday if I'm still going out with "Andrew."
I tell her no everytime.
And she still always asks me how "Andrew" is doing.
And I glare a little bit.
Even though she is in 7th grade.
~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~
I am not getting any less Asian looking.
And that's nice if you think it's all right.
But I think it's hideous.
I am gross.
There is a week-old stomach ache thriving angrily.
I'm told it's not an ulcer.
By Dr. Rudinski.
I just feel exhausted.
Physically.
Emotionally.
Mentally.
I was told to stop saying 'sorry.'
I apologize about that.