@XxE-clipse So I want to move. Maybe I shouldn’t though. But maybe it’s my goal. Somehow I don’t know. I feel like I’m bullied when I’m not. But when I am. I feel like I’m at home. But I think it’s wrong. And maybe it’s right. I have no memory of my life before. Or maybe. Just maybe. I fell out of the sky. If I was ever noticed. Or if you ever asked me I wouldn’t know. I haven’t been noticed ever since my best friend passed away. Don’t mention him. Don’t. Sometimes that’s the right thing. So I want to do that. But having it happen. Was not something I could stop. When I think of Me. I think of no attention. It’s the same at home too. Just emptiness and emptiness. I feel like I’m alive. …but dead too. I feel sick. Pretending to be just to not go to school. I want to disappear. But it’s not that easy. I want to be friendly. I want attention. It’s not the “I want to be popular” kind of attention. It’s the “I want to be noticed by even just a bit”. I want to have friends. I’ve tried to make friends. But in the end. I’m hopeless…… -Mika Wu, Manhattan, New York Note: I miss you Ethan, I really do.
