why must grades matter so much to me?

well I know it’s not a competition but it fucking sucks when you know you worked harder than others but you still get a bad grade, it makes no sense.

hamishwatson:

yes hello 911 i’m being forced into adulthood and i don’t like it send help

May 2016 with 1,154,189 notes

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it’s been a while..

I haven’t posted on tumblr in such a long time but this morning I felt like I kind of need to.

We never really understand why people leave us and we never seem to understand “everything happens for a reason.”

I’ll never really understand why people go on different paths, our childhood seemed so innocent and sweet.

Rest in paradise, Steven.

Thanks for giving me great memories, especially in 6th grade.

I’m really glad we got to hang out during spring break, it was definitely was a while. I know your dream was to be an architect but then you started to pursue being a chef because you wanted to take care of your sister Allison and be close to your parents. You are actually a great cook because I remember senior year of high school, you told me you could cook anything and I didn’t believe you but at Sunjoo’s 18th birthday you brought her a shilla box but not of shilla cake but of your own cheesecake…it was so fucking good.

I’ll also never forget my 12th birthday party at the movie theater when we were dating and all of our friends were there, and you stole my first kiss. When we were young, we used to text everyday that I got charged $1000 in texting and my parents were so mad and finally figured out that it was due to me dating you so that’s why we got an unlimited texting plan with AT&T.

I’ll never forget in middle school, how popular you were with all the asian girls because you were so sassy and funny, especially your dancing ways. You always knew how to body roll.

In high school, we never really talked because we barely saw each other except at parties or Fairfax Corner.

But finally spring break of 2016, you picked me and lizzie up at Vienna metro station so we could go party in D.C together. You were so nice in the car, asking about my brothers and I was asking about your sister…and now I just can’t understand what your sister is going to go through…I just can’t believe it.  In the car you were so nice to Austin, even though he was so fucking shambly and he almost ruined your car..but you weren’t rude to him or mean, you were calm and collected and told him “ dude, be careful with yourself…don’t drink too much!”

Steven, I don’t even know what I’m feeling right now but I’m thankful that you were a part of my life during the younger days, I’m going to miss you so much. September 7th, I’ll always miss you.