Good things.
Living in China is kind of like being on the island from Lost. Time doesn't move right here. It's easy to be isolated and not realize it until two years have passed.
I spend a lot of time second-hand smoking and social drinking. The air in Beijing is objectively toxic 60% of the time. I cough when there's fresh air.
Lately, I can find it in myself to like who I am. When I can't, there are people who remind me that I should.
When I remember how far away I am, too far off and up to the side somewhere away from most of you, that's when I feel homesick.
You guys. You should add me on tumblr if you haven't already. I reblog weird stuff, Teen Wolf things, Fallout Boy things, and pretty pictures. Sometimes those pictures are of me.
But seriously, lets hang, people. I miss so many of your faces.
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