American Panda

And right now I had no idea where I ended and my parents began.

I couldn't go through life as a shadow.

If I lied, the real me would disappear.

Once I stopped trying so damn hard to be someone else, I started to enjoy life. Being alone was hard, but better than feeling shitty about myself all the time

There was no right or wrong here. No morality. Just two roads, leading in different directions but both ending in heartbreak. Life was, as I was finding out, Choose Your Own Adventure with most of the fun stripped away.

And for the record, I'm also not related to every other Chu out there.” She sipped her water as we laughed. I thought of how in high school, everyone had assumed Ping Lu was my cousin, but no one assumed Ally Jones and Mike Jones were related.

Always myself—noodle slurper, face toucher, and all.

I like you, Darren, Lord Pecan, Sir Almond, and I want to date you, and just you. Like normal MIT students. I want to awkwardly hold your hand, share bowls of liquid nitrogen ice cream, and drop metallic sodium in the Charles.

Oh God, sorry!" His thumb tasted like soap. Not the most appetizing, but there was nothing hotter than a man who washed his hands regularly.