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Sunday, November 30, 2014

Insults.

All my life I face people making fun of my hair or my face. Most of the time, these people are my friends. They call me names. Mop hair. Michael Jackson. Rat's nest. Afro. Black. Hobo. Slums. Most times, I play along. Oh you call me ugly? I'll show you ugly. *starts doing funny ugly faces*. Look, I probably brought this upon myself. I never once stood up for myself and say "ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. ITS NO LONGER FUNNY." I never once stopped them and tell them straightaway that no, I am not from the slums. Please stop saying that. Instead I played along. Laugh it off. Oh haahahahahaahha so funny you.

If you can't beat them, join them right?

Truth is, sometimes, it really does hurt. I know they probably don't even know that sometimes, I sit and I ponder and I cry. Am I really that ugly? Like why are my friends so mean to me? Why do they insult me like that? Do they not know that those are my insecurities? Do they not feel bad for saying such mean things to me? Is it because I do the same to them? Am I this mean when I "jokingly" make fun of some of my friends? I probably am. If not, why would they do that to me?

What goes around comes back around.

I know they love me. I know they don't mean to be mean. So do I.

& 10:08 PM
Prince& his 1000 sexy sheeps