My friend is in China right now, teaching English, and her blog is gorgeous. You should probably go read it. My life is less exciting/glamorous. For a while I wanted to die because I felt pathetic and useless, like I wasn’t living, like I didn’t know how to live. That mindset is getting better. And part of that is because I realized that great stories, what I thought I was lacking, aren’t powerful because of the content. They’re powerful because someone bothered to tell them.
So this is me, writing down my stories. They’re small, they’re stupid or maybe meaningless to anyone but me, but they happened to me, and they may be tiny, but they’re mine. Most of the names have been changed, hence why some of the names don’t sound like names at all.