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I'm Asian. I really dont know what else to say. I live in a shit town right by Chicago. What keeps me going are my once backstabbing friends. I'm going to Harper this fall and it's going to be exactly like Prospect except with ashtrays. High school had changed everything for the better and for the worse...I've realized who really cares and who's there just to have fun. I've learned that everything happens for a reason even if that reason turns out to suck even more balls. I've learned to deal with heartache.

"I'm not sure of anyone, anyone.
but I've got plans.
I'm not asking for everything, but sure, I could use a hand.
Get a little anxious sometimes
you'll be gone and I'll be left behind
get a little nervous sometimes
it'll be my cue and I'll forget my lines
get a little lost look, as I'm staring from the corner of my eye.
Never really mastered disinterest.
I can't see how the way that you leave me alone makes us close
I must be out of touch.
I won't ask you to give up on the things that seem to keep you gone
but I could be gone too.
feel a little sorry sometimes, you're not here when I am writing
feels a little awkward sometimes, you won't talk but we're not fighting
you hold on to your secrets, and I'm not privy to whats on your mind
but I cannot help but feel tired, so tired, so tired"