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Someday, We Will Foresee Obstacles

I call Jenna,

"What?"

"Hey, Jenna, you got picked for the write-your-own-song-to-perform-for-fellow-chinese-thespians thing, right?"

"Yea-Wait, how did you know that?"

"Josh told me."

"Oh, so, why did you call me?"

"How do you portray pain? In a metaphorical way, that is."

I know, Josh already settled the moral of metaphorical pain for me whilst texting but I need to hear Jenna's perspective as well.

"Why do you need to know?"

"For the song I have to write."

"Why are you writing a song?"

"For the write-your-own-song-to-perform-for-fellow-chinese-thespians thing."

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I've been so focused on everything, lately, including thewrite-your-own-song-to-perform-for-fellow-chinese-thespians thing."

"Me too though, I'm not as worried. But.. How do you portray pain?"

"In a metaphorical way.. So, you mean that you have to write a song about pain. Well, first, it can't be physical pain, it'd have to be verbal and/or mental pain."

"Why mental pain?"

"Because mental pain would affect you more than physical pain. If you saw somebody who fell down and scraped their knee and then saw somebody who's having a mental breakdown, who would you help?"

"The person who fell do- No, you help the mentally unstable person." She interrupts me.

"Why though?"

"Because you can heal a scrape, it heals over time, plus, you have the ability to block out the pain with a bandage but when it comes to your mental stability, it's more sensitive than your own skin. When you get rejected by a girl, what hurts, your arm, which makes no fucking sense or your feelings?"

"My feelings. Also, you just curse- I fucking know, Tyler, jesus fu- Jesus Christ." She interrupts me once again.

"What about Jesus Christ?"

"Now, you're just mocking me." 

I chuckle over the phone and she starts laughing.

"You crack me up, Tyler. Oh my god." *Continues laughing to the point where she starts making me laugh over her laughing*

"Anyways- " *She starts but continues to laugh*

"An-E-Ways.... Okay, I'm good. So, your feelings would be affected rather than your skin."

"Yes.. So, about the lyrics- I'm not helping you anymore, Tyler." She interrupts.

"Why not?"

"I know this is hard thing for you to do but you know pain. You've gotten bullied over the years and the thing that happened with Ryan, William and Alex is just bullshit but you've dealt with it and I know you haven't done so without breaking down crying and there is no reason to cry unless you're in pain."

"But I can't, I can't confront my pain, I can't just write it down on paper, even if I do write it down on paper, who knows if it'll be- Tyler, this is just another obstacle you have to overcome. You'll foresee it someday and think, 'Wow, what was I whining about? That was nothing.'"

"How are you so sure?"

"I met you, believe it or not, I didn't think you were much to begin with but here I am, telling you this 5-second-story right this second."

I look out my window.

"So, there's more to myself than I think?"

"Yeah, I'm not going to spoil though I'll slightly hint at it... You're an amazing person, your sense of humor is just rare to begin with, it's honest but in the nicest way you could portray honesty. You're all out there, sure, you said you jerked off at the most random time in existence but that shows.. That you're only as expressing and amazing at the least... Oops, spoiled it."

I hung up on her on my impulsive reaction to what she had just said. 

I just want to cry over what she said.. Wait a second..

I grab my mechanical pencil and start writing,

Song for China - Tear In My Heart

I got this.