In America, do you ever stop and wonder what ethnicity people are?
People don't respect me for my European heritage, and it makes me go haywire, all the time, loco en la cabeza. %
I'm
a pretty nice person. It's hard to document what I've done wrong. The
only big thing was forgetting to write my cousin, but I don't know
why. Then, you can see what's on my website. Other things have shaped
my life, as well, in this way. Well, I know some people don't like
being around me thinking I look funny but acting antsy about how. I
don't really know. I know once a friend told me to call her a butthole
or something. Another time, I stuck my tongue out at her. I was a
preteen and far away with some other people. I was kidding around the
last day of school in the car with a friend. I said at least I don't
spread false messages, just trying to joke like they did, that her shirt
said something like, "Catholic Schools - Schools You Can Believe In."
That's all I remember with that. I visited the latter friend numerous
times upon moving. Once, I was so mad the door slammed like air, in
front of her mom, who travelled all the way to Louisiana from Florida
with her to stay for awhile. We usually visited for 2 weeks or maybe a
month. Anyway, she seemed mad at me a lot and like I wasn't cool|good.
There's more to it, but I don't know what! I just realized that these
things with my friends happened after this event. I'm not really sure
when they started pestering me about being perfect. I believe that they
were like that before.
You know, people get really explosive
about being European. You know, in America, that does mean to act like
in a certain organized way with feeling though not necessarily nor
pointedly German. I've never heard it described. What a pity!
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