Literally every diaspora kid ever: “I was caught between two worlds; unaccepted in each. I was a foreigner wherever I went, only partially belonging to any land or people. The monsoon rains shed the tears that I cannot. I bite into my mango, letting the juice drip down my chin. The sticky sweetness of it clinging to me like my grief. I am a wanderer, belonging nowhere and everywhere. I blast the latest Coldplay, wondering what will become of me and the dissonance I was born into”
love being trusted with “you cant tell anyone this” conversations and nodding a lot and forgetting everything they told me like god intended and going down as a trustworthy individual while doing literally zero work of ill or good
young adult things: washing your colors with your whites because you don’t care you JUST don’t fucking care
