I think humans would be better off living as live skeletons. Literally. Just, walking skeletons.
Here's the problem.
Jacob, he's the perfect German-half-Indo guy I fell in love with. And, who am I? I'm Aylene, a Chinese girl who fell in love with Jacob.
I'm also a Chinese girl who has Chinese parents who are... Racist. Yeah.
Just got the usual Chinese talk from my mom.
"If you ever end up marrying anyone NOT Asian, I will kill myself."
JESUS CHRIST, MOM. WE'RE THE FUCKING IMMIGRANTS, STOP BEING RACIST.
There's just too much difference between us.
He's Indonesian, I'm Chinese. He's a Muslim, I'm a Catholic.
It's not only me; it's him as well. I'm sure he wouldn't be as dumb as me to actually fall in love with someone so different from him.
If only we lived as walking skeletons, then the only thing that would differentiate us would the size and number of our skeletons.
Colors wouldn't matter, nor race. We're just skeletons after all.
If only.
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