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Seeing all the back-to-school commercials lately has been really weird. I’d always looked forward to shopping. Clothes shopping wasn’t (still isn’t – I’m not a typical girl) my favorite, but getting new supplies was my favorite part.
Listening to Diego Torres on iHeartRadio this weekend led me to a Spanish-music-buying binge, where I bought a few more of his songs and bought the rest of Shakira’s new album, “El Dorado”.
As I mentally processed my surroundings, I felt my knees buckle, and I sank to the ground. Something inside me was broken. The adrenaline that had triggered my fight or flight response earlier was fading; I couldn’t move. I was both mentally and physically exhausted; I didn’t know what to do or where to go from here. The world as I knew it was over.
They’d warned us it was happening. We’d seen it too. We just didn’t know when it would actually happen. What we did know was that we’d had a string of natural disasters in quick succession, one after the other. We’d exhausted almost all of our resources in the aftermath of those. Now we were just watching and waiting for the big one. I could feel the tension in my bones; whatever was about to happen, it wouldn’t be pretty. It would destroy everything.
I appear happy, but sometimes I am anything but.
I feel like a misfit, a mutt.
I don’t belong anywhere but the place I left behind; at least there I could shine.
I hate having to pretend, put on a poker face.
But sometimes, that’s how I fake it until I make it.
Recently, I’ve been catching up on Speechless. It’s a TV show about a somewhat dysfunctional family with a kid in a wheelchair, who is actually the oldest child in the family.
Last night, I went to see The Glass Castle. It’s based on the memoir of the same name by Jeanette Walls, which I read in my AP English Language class in high school.
I do feel so sorry, said Draco Malfoy one Potions class, for all the people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they’re not wanted at home.