Onamae wa nan des ka/What is your name: Haruka
Otoshi wa oikutsu des ka/How old are you: 19
Okuni wa dochira des ka/What country are you from: Nihon
Goshuushin wa dochira des ka/Where are you from: Tokyo
Osumai wa dochira des ka/Where do you live: Miami, USA
Nihongo/Japanse
Eigo/English
Dochira ga suki des ka/Which do you like?
I click on the English link. I have to practice for class or else my father would be upset. My father is American and my mother is Japanese. What else could explain a blonde 5'10 girl with Asian eyes?
I'm writing in all the necessary options to become a member at a gay dating site. Truthfully, I'm avoiding calculus homework. My grade in that course doesn't really matter anyway. I'll never make it to have a real career in the racetrack. My GPA is already devastatingly low, and a girl attaining a Mechanical Engineering Masters is rare. My mind slowly wonders off to the feeling of the wind caressing my face whenever my friend Mamoru lets me drive his car. My friend? Heh. He's officially my boyfriend. I care for him as a friend. He asked me out last September. It's August. My God...for eleven months I've been depriving myself of finding love with a woman.
My parents and I have never been close. I left their house on my eighteenth birthday to live in college. I eventually moved back into my parent's house when I realized I couldn't pay for college in my own. My mother gives me $1000 allowance every month for running simple errands. I wish love were as abundant as money.
When Mamoru and I started dating, I thought I didn't feel as isolated from everyone else when I was with him. Now, I realize the situation will only hurt us, but I'm afraid of not having him close to me at all. I want to say "I love you as a friend", but I never have the courage to end this false relationship.
I delete my entry for the dating site. I'm afraid to try. I'm afraid I'll fail. I'm afraid I won't be loved. And I'm afraid I'll never get over Michelle.