it’s so hard to have a bi-cultural life….when they’ve chosen their path of the asian way, and mine the american way. they wont meet me half way, and I must go all the way for them.
I saw an old grandpa today on the subway, he looked just like my grandpa. He was alone, but seemed okay getting to wherever he was going. but he was alone, and maybe he wanted to be or liked it, but I don’t know. All I could think about is my dad or mom being that grandpa or grandma…alone, on the subway. I don’t want that, I want to be there for them. To take them to see the doctor or get check ups, so they don’t have to go alone…, do what they’ve done for me. Is it so bad I want an American life in the states? But, it would break my heart to see them struggle alone…old…
life’s a little unfair…isn’t it?
So this one goes out to all the best friends in the world. The ones that smile for you when you excitedly fall in love with some new, unknown boy. The ones that sit through a pack of cigarettes with you at two to five in the morning listening to you cry about said boy who cheated on you even though they’ve got to be up at six for work. The ones that take time off work / school just for a little naughty afternoon shopping and eating on weekday. The ones who drag you to social events just to distract you from a broken heart. The ones who respond to every facebook, every twitter status update, just so you don’t feel so alone and ignored. The ones who recognize you have a right to feel as shitty as you do about the boy who hurt you even though they’d spent the last two years telling you he was nothing but trash, the ones who don’t tell you you’re a fool, the ones who tell you you’ve a right to hurt. Because they’re also the ones who have the strength and the love enough to tell you to snap out of it, that he was never worth it, because they’re also the ones who have the courage to be honest enough to tell you you’d be a fool to take the manipulative creep back. The ones who bombard his messenger account with warnings to leave you alone, the ones who tell him behind your back to leave you well and alone, to stop messing with your mind when he’s already with someone else. The ones who introduce you to new and wonderfully normal and loving boys.
“you be the match, imma be your fuse……boom”
