I'm really starting to feel left out.
So many people are choosing other kids over me.
This guy I've been kindof into since I've been here, as friends (as in, thought we were going to be close) and I have drifted apart.
I was, really close with him for a long time.
I was the one he went to when his girlfriend broke up with him, when he was suicidal, and we used to go drinking together.
I have an interview coming up tomorrow night with the band You Say Party We Say Die! at Mao Livehouse (doors open at 730) and I needed a cameraman.
We haven't spoken that much since the year started, for some reason or other. Largely in part due to the fact that I went back to the states for break and he was left here, but we tried to pick up and go along.
Now.
I had to drop everything and help him set up for an IB music recital yesterday, seriously damaging my knee when the 110-watt amp I was carrying up the stairs for him fell (I tripped over a cable that he was dragging).
I ask him if he's doing anything tomorrow after school.
Him: Well I don't know, why?
Me: -gives details-
Him: Oh. Well uh, I've been thinking that I need to go see my girlfriend because I haven't seen her in a while now.
Which seems rational. But he was with her yesterday; I passed them on the way back into the compound.
He knows that he can be honest with me. We had that policy when we started being friends. We could rant at one another when we needed to. We actually watched Day of the Dead a while back when he broke up with his latest ex and he ended up crying to me about it for the duration.
The thing that gets me is, he likes the band. That's why I asked him.
I don't know, I guess just the fact that I'm friends with his exes is weirding him out too much.
But.
Over the course of a week, the fact that I travelled and he didn't - it really messed up our relationship, one that was strong and based largely around our liking the same music and jamming together.
The last time we did, was an accident because I ran into him on SanLiTun.
Soooo.
I got skipped over.
This isn't the only thing I've noticed.
Kids at home keep relaying stories to me about "remember that time when?"
Not only do I not remember 'that time,' but I don't remember
"Michelle x and I _____"
"Johnny _________"
...I don't even know my best friend's friends anymore.
I'm actually dreading home more than anything now.
Do any other international kids know the feeling? I think it'd be nice to hear from someone who's been through or is going through the same.
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