At this moment, I feel like something in my life will go wrong any second. I just have this gut feeling that's been nagging at me since Thanksgiving break....
The one thing I'm grateful for in my life at this moment is that I have a pretty decent relationship with everyone one in my family.
I'm really scared about my grandma. Old age leads to memory deterioration, but it's gotten to the point where I'm afraid to leave her home alone.
I used to document all the "milestones" of my life in this blog here. Did anyone notice the lack of posts? I didn't even post anything after I turned in my UC app. Nothing seems memorable anymore.
Today, my Gov't teacher called me by the wrong name. I was really pissed off. Most of the time, I'm pretty frustrated with him and his class, so I was about to burst into tears when he called me by the wrong name. It has nothing to do with wanting him to know my name, because I really don't care if he remembers me now or anytime in the future, but it's the principal behind being forgotten. I'm always forgotten because I'm not old enough. I'm always forgotten for various reasons with my friends, family, blah blah. I remember I was left at my brother's house when everyone went home and I just stood in the front of the house crying because once again, I was left behind and forgotten.
erg.
I miss China. It was two weeks of escape from the normal pressures of... life? blah.
The one thing I'm grateful for in my life at this moment is that I have a pretty decent relationship with everyone one in my family.
I'm really scared about my grandma. Old age leads to memory deterioration, but it's gotten to the point where I'm afraid to leave her home alone.
I used to document all the "milestones" of my life in this blog here. Did anyone notice the lack of posts? I didn't even post anything after I turned in my UC app. Nothing seems memorable anymore.
Today, my Gov't teacher called me by the wrong name. I was really pissed off. Most of the time, I'm pretty frustrated with him and his class, so I was about to burst into tears when he called me by the wrong name. It has nothing to do with wanting him to know my name, because I really don't care if he remembers me now or anytime in the future, but it's the principal behind being forgotten. I'm always forgotten because I'm not old enough. I'm always forgotten for various reasons with my friends, family, blah blah. I remember I was left at my brother's house when everyone went home and I just stood in the front of the house crying because once again, I was left behind and forgotten.
erg.
I miss China. It was two weeks of escape from the normal pressures of... life? blah.

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