I join the queue on your answer phone
\nAnd all I am is holding breath
\nJust pick up I know you\\’re there
\nCan\\’t you hear?
\nI\\’m not myself
\nWell, go ahead and lie to me
\nYou could say anything
\nSmall talk will be just fine
\nYour voice is everything
\nWe owe it to love
\nAnd it all depends on you
\nSo listen up
\nThe sun hasn\\’t set
\n(I refuse to believe that it\\’s only me feeling)
\nJust hear me out
\nI\\’m not over you yet<\/i><\/p>\n
A regret? Or just an obstacle? Something that I constantly complain nowadays to other girls at Berkeley is…I have never dated anybody from Cal!<\/i><\/p>\n
It bothers me that I am leaving this university without having accomplishing that task. Am I really that of a coward? Do I not try? Did I miss many opportunities? But it\\’s what I make of it. If I have a lemon, make lemonade.<\/p>\n
A few weeks ago my sister told me how she didn\\’t feel like she fit in. That nobody really understood her. At sd, it\\’s all superficial and fake. And I had sensed that when I was there. Anytime I hung out with my sister\\’s friends, I would be drained out of energy. All I wanted to do is go back to my sister\\’s place and just be there. With my sissy. It was so hard putting up a front.<\/p>\n
But thinking about that…almost made me cry. It is something that I probably mentioned before. For me, such a predicament would drive me crazy. Like my sister, nobody would throw me a surprise b-day party. Not that I want one. But it\\’s the fact that some people would make the attempt. Not even the female friends I used to have at Berkeley. They just wouldn\\’t. Do I really distance myself from people that much…that they don\\’t think it\\’s enough to give me something in return?<\/p>\n
Yet it makes me wonder how some graduate students do it. To me, they seem like lonely people. Too busy for any socialization. Too tied up in their own dissertations. How do they manage it? I see some graduate student instructors with rings on their hands. Time? A hope? Are they as complex? How. It\\’s always a quandry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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