I’m not sure what I’m doing or what I’m feeling that makes me feel as if life should be different to what it is.
But I can’t let this affect me. It’s a good thing I have going on, isn’t it?
Maybe you meant it in jest, but I was irritated when you made a comment saying I wasn’t Chinese.
But I am proud of myself for correcting you and saying that I am.
Don’t you ever—for a second—get to thinking that you’re irreplaceable.
“8. Accepting that you cannot party in the way you used to, and that you are going to have to start turning down some nights which people will tease you about because your sleep has become your most precious commodity.”
– ‘24 Painful Things You Must Do To Grow Up’, Thought Catalog
“When you hear something and then repeat it internally, you’re accepting it. Worse still, when you hear something and silently sit and don’t refute it, you are accepting it.”
– ‘On Being Good Enough’, Thought Catalog
“6. Do I punish myself enough? Do I admit when I’m wrong? Do I work enough every day to make myself a better person, a better friend, a better worker? Do I devolve into escapism too much to stop the force inside of me that wants to be better? What is better? Do I even hold myself to the right standards? Who do I know that has done everything right? Can I be that person? Did that person beat their laziness into a submission like I try to? Is all this mental work worth it? Will it represent itself in physical work? Tangible improvements to my daily life? Why am I so concerned with my appearance? Is everyone else? Am I too shady? Too spazzy? Too paranoid?”
– ‘6 Things You Worry About Too Much’, Thought Catalog
Fucking leave me alone, you nosy bastard.
White people love my hair
Some guy came up to me today in Glebe and asked me about my hair. I wish I had been more awake at the time, because, damn it, I did not realise that he was cute until I was walking away!
I definitely could’ve been more receptive. He wasn’t being an arrogant ass at all; he was being nice, actually. Friendly. And there I was, being a half-asleep total grump. I could’ve even asked the guy to coffee (I still had an hour to go before my class).
Anyway, fast forward about two hours. After my linguistics class, this girl came up to me to tell me how awesome she thought my hair was. I might now have a friend in my linguistics class, yayerz!
I am not sure why my haphazardous bedhair gets [white] people going. (I mean, I did style it, but I slept in the car while my mom drove, and it always ends up reverting to bedhair after I sleep.) But I suppose it somewhat invites some company I would like to keep.
Oh, you have a written French assignment due tomorrow? Why not play some Spanish reggaeton music to confuse you as you do it.
(I have only been waiting for this for a year)
I have finally found a French tutor and class that is enjoyable!
