It either takes me 5 months to read a book or I read five of them in 2 days. There is no inbetween.

It’s currently 12:24 am and I can’t fall asleep since it’s so hot in this room. So what am I to do? Let’s spill some more of those feelings that I have.

It’s been the expectation in my house since forever that I will be marrying a Vietnamese or Asian man. Don’t ask why. It’s in the handbook that I got when I was born. And they’re always telling me that by going to school at Temple I’ll have a better chance of finding said guy. And that I’ll be able to make more Vietnamese friends. I don’t mind the whole friend thing since I don’t really have a lot here and it would be nice to meet people who speak Vietnamese and I can relate to.

But to meet a Vietnamese/Asian man and say that he will love me more than a Caucasian man is pushing at my buttons. I know that the two cultures completely clash but shouldn’t love be a thing that I decide. Who are you to completely generalize a race and say that this kind of love is how they will feel for you? It’s a matter of the person himself and not what his race is. I want to prove them wrong so bad. I want you to see that generalizations are some of the worst things that you can do in life. I think you lose a lot when you do because not everyone is made alike. There are horrible people in every race and there are the kindest people.

Right now, I have absolutely no interest in the Asian guys that attend my school. I like RS and I see nothing wrong with that. He’s the sweetest thing in the world and I wish you could see that. People change, interests change and nothing is ever definite. I’m not going to lose out on the chance for an extraordinary relationship/love simply because you’re not pleased with it. I know where I stand as a female and what I’m willing to give. I think it’s that Scorpio in me when it comes to “love.” We tend to fall quickly and hard.

I’m pretty sure none of that made sense.