Well, I see it.
Which I mean before I didn't see anything. I still don't see what the problem is with me. I can say what I want on my blog without worrying about my life. I can live and not be totally jeopardized. I said no, what if you say yes? We have the same problem with one another in that way. Why look at the past like that? If I go down the hole, worry about other people than yourself. Because you're worried I'll hurt someone.
And don't tell me I can't say anything cuza mixed race. It might seem dreamy to you, but I am sick of this Shrek nonsense. Where did that come from?
I think I was attacked with racism.