Saturday. April 17.

I woke up early. I showered. I came to Starbucks because it's walkable and I spent waaay too much money at Kopi's earlier this week.

Starbucks reeks of high school. Of skipped classes and stolen time. It feels like the time I spent trying to be someone else. That's the real reason I don't like coming. Not because of the bad politics and worse coffee (burnt!!), but because I remember watching her sit there, the small passionfruit ice tea between us, wishing I could be more like her. Funnier. Cuter.

I'm done with this unnecessary association. I'm done wishing I were someone else.

There are much, much bigger things to wish for.

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Not much has happened lately; I still suck at school and Roe is back online in Rwanda.
We got to talk, and I once again feel affirmed in her love. ^_^.

I guess I just had to come to terms with myself. I am constantly in competition with someone for everything; better hair, "better" morals, the more asskicking school work, "more indie" music, "least likely to care about appearance".
And that just needs to quit. I just need to let my hair grow out and realize that I think and understand the world macro, but my methods have always been much more micro.
I just had to come to terms with myself.







I'm with a boy. I like him a lot. And he likes me too.
see, flat noses are nice, because they don't get all smashed up when you try to kiss somebody (-The Debut)