went to my old high school and i feel very old amongst the young athletes.
i saw some nice-looking, familiar faces, i had lots of laughs, my hair was flying all over the place, my bra strap was very loose, i like playing with ashley's ribbons, it was very nice.
and i stopped feeling that good ol nice feeling when i entered my home, the atmosphere is soo damn cold, literally and figuratively. i always knew my parent's marriage was not built on trust, but on chinese traditions. on some days, they could get along just fine, but on those days, those terrible days, things get very ugly and i just cannot listen to them bicker, especially my father. he'll spit out all kinds of ugly things to say. they overused the word divorce, and i always wonder why they bother to threaten each other. i just wish things were different.
no worries, i'll move out. i'll never have to see that house ever again. im not saying i hate that house, its just that the house brings back painful memories. there are some good memories, but the bad ones are so vivid in my mind that the good ones just got blurred.
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