Monday, April 6, 2015

Not Given a Chance

So, I didn't get a chance to put on makeup this morning.

What really made me mad was all the black people treating me like I'm some -----.  Spanish people did it, too, like they're the one for me.  That made me even more mad..  There's something about Italy that I deal with and I'm being psyched to do it.  I also find that highly unnecessary.

That's those black people not retaining self-control.  By nature, my dad does not ever practice self-control, and we don't really need him around socially to do that.. who would?  I just get the same answer, all the time, tho, that I'm bad, without solid enough proof of my nature, whereas before I was good.

I can see why black people have a problem, but it must be embarrassing for other people around to feel weird in that way.  I mean, nice people accept everyone, usually.  I think in Orlando the rich people have been safe-d away to not care about anyone socially but themselves.

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