Inside the mind of an immigrant
I'm anti-social. Sometimes. Depending on the people and the circumstance and the time and space and the atmosphere. I'm semi anti-social or partial anti-social. Or maybe 3/4th anti-social. Or maybe 1/4th anti-social. But the point is that I'm anti-social regardless of how non-anti-social I want to be. I get nervous around people I'm not used … Continue reading Being Anti-social
“It’s our anniversary,” she says so softly over the phone that I can barely hear her. “That’s amazing! Are you gonna celebrate?” I ask trying to sound gleeful even though it’s 4 am in the morning, and I’m sleepy. She doesn’t say anything and all I hear is her uneven breathing. “I’ve wasted eighteen years … Continue reading Wrenched anniversary
Why is it that sometimes… no matter how many mountains I climb, or how many oceans I sail, or how many bridges I burn I don’t see myself the way I want to. No matter how hard I try I can’t seem to rise to a place where I want to be. It’s like the … Continue reading Needing Validation
I want to be you…. I want to have your hair, your body, your job, your lifestyle. I want to be everything you are or everything you’re pretending to be. Can we exchange lives for a day or two or maybe forever? You could try to be me, and I’ll perfectly fit into your shoes … Continue reading I want to be you…
I wrote this in high school, around eight years ago. But it still gives me hope. Sometimes I feel like the things I wrote in my early days are better than what I write now. Maybe because they came straight from the soul.... It's a feeling that can't be put into words.... I didn’t give … Continue reading I didn’t give up…
