#vivali

You're right, I am that weirdo that loves going to China. I mean, what's wrong with loving the country where my ancestors are from? But beside that I've spent so much of my childhood there, what's there not to love?

I love the exotic fruit, the ghetto way of buying breakfast in plastic bags, the sour milk in glass bottles, the way the rain decides to keep going for weeks straight, the cheap ass tours, the animals that chill in the hood, the two person bicycles, the weird fashion up in Hong Kong, retrieving water from the waterwell, climbing the fuckin mountains, eating food that I've never seen before, fishing for fish or shrimp, san-bo, and so much more. 

Sure there are some downsides to it, like the amount of people and the way they love to touch you everywhere, but I still love it.

Too many problems, too many topics, and not enough words to explain how I feel. You're never there and although I want to blame you for it, I can't. It's been bothering me for months now, and I had hoped so hard for you to realize how distant we've become. There's actually no one to blame but myself, I've found myself hesitant to tell you anything because well, we're back to the days where "it's whatever" ends most conversations. I'd hate to sound clingy, because I've had my fair share and I know how that feels, but fuck man I miss having someone I could tell things to. Whatever happened to real talk that wasn't just about people or ourselves? What happened to the bigger picture? 

This is me turning nothing into something. I don't mean it, it's just something that's been bothering me for a while. I guess I need someone to put my priorities into perspective and you've got other things to worry about. So yeah, I'll just continue on my way.