AbsxlveJoin Date: 2012-06-21
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I need to start pondering about my life, so I wrote this up.
I am starting to eat food slowly, eating only 3/4 a bowl of rice in thirty minutes, then claiming that I am full. Is this normal? I generally finish a bowl of rice in five minutes, ever since my arrival in China, I felt like I didn't need to eat and ate nothing, not even fruits or stuff that has protein in it, ultimately resulting in me in my current state; always hungry, but never wanting to eat.
Peace be upon Muhammad, but I am starting to speculate that this is side effects of stress, let me explain this;
Stress, huh? Stress from being a loser, hard worker when no one else is, social outcast and possible reject, I finally realised why I have practically no friends in real life (scratch that, I have lots of "so-called" friends that almost never wants to interact with me). You see, ever since my parents moved to Ireland and later giving birth to this bastard child that I like to call myself, my life went from scheiße to großer scheiße. They couldn't speak English well, so whenever some of my classmates back in primary school invited me to a play date or birthday party, my parents didn't know what the bloody hell to do and now I am this lonely, typical boy that sits at the back of the room with a Polish guy that also doesn't have any real friends, because people have adapted to surviving in this dying world without me, simply because my parents couldn't speak English, and didn't like western culture, so I was refused a smartphone and everything my classmates have until two years ago where I finally got an iPhone 5 or something.
But then I realised I couldn't communicate or socialise with the majority of my supposed friends, because by now I am completely neglected and discriminated, being left with the other lonely guys that are getting an equal footing in society now without me, so now I am semi-alone again.
Life problems, ey? I never intended to be born Chinese, I never wanted to, it's a terrible affiliation, I don't like being labelled a miserable ching chong loser but at least the name calling has stopped, as people grow up, they begin to respect people more, but I'm still a miserable guy that eats lunch by himself.
You see, Irish people are loonies, the ones with accents are 75% guaranteed (excluding Jacksepticeye) to grow up to be knackers and terrible parents that enjoy teaching them slang and swear words. One moment of this will lead to another hilarious consequence... hilarious to bystanders, of course. Seriously, not even my pretty little girlfriend wants to sit beside me in maths class now because I am getting to the age where I feel like harming everything in the vicinity including walls.
It's natural to take anger out on objects, but I think I may have gotten a bit too far when I seriously mean people to drink bleach when I tell them to.
Everyone else are now treating me like a plebeian of society, a social outcast, even appearing before people's faces would get me a negative response, and I am afraid to announce that I am starting to lose point in focusing in classes and my homework, food, faith in humanity, everything, i want to die now.
But then comes the good part,
THERE IS NO GOOD PART
ROASTE
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