What could possibly go wrong, now?
They just knock me down, like the just sh*t me. They keep adding more things, fighting like constant shots from a r*fle.
I just wanted to have my say and not have people constantly at me. They act so smart like they know what I'm thinking and say it's easy to figure out, dumb, and that I'm not special. Why are these perverted kids all like that today?
I don't think ruining someone's life is a good way to remind them of the ideal rather than let them reach it.
People are at me for my attitude or the way I was or something I did or thought when I was a baby or toddler. I always was good and nice but felt hatred and racism. I would not accept it. I probably suffered from it. I was silent or talked about other things, I remember, when I was 2. That wasn't a good time. I had dark skin and dark hair and was small and in some ways careful.