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roots
I want to learn where I’m from again and finally appreciate it. I realize how stupid i was rolling my eyes and dismissing the topic every time someone brought it up. It’s just.. I don’t like to be pitied. I don’t like being stereotyped. I know where i’m from and what it’s like there. I lived there for ten years, it’s all i knew for the longest time. And i hate it, absolutely hate it, when someone talks about it and pities me. Or makes a smart comment. It irritates the shit out of me. “‘Did you live in a tent?’, ‘Did you come here by boat?’” the fuck?? no i didnt. So, i don’t even go there with people who don’t know any better. And that’s cause me to ignore it as well. Hopefully, it’ll change.
laters, baby.
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Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worse, returned. But one thing about human beings that puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.
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Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.
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