You know, people are really devastated about my mom wearing glasses. She was rather acclaimed as a person, quite fit and like Middle Eastern, not sure if she'd technically pass, but you know. Maybe, she's not the most nourished person, doesn't eat breakfast, which I'd blame my grandma for. My grandma so much as to put herself forward as to say my mom didn't take care of my dad, suggested it. My mom thinks my dad doesn't take care of us, and my brother also feels the same. My dad is always drooling for money in front of us, foaming at the mouth, like wild and mad dog. We've lived in 2 apartments, however, when my brother was young. So, my brother must be my problem. Sometimes, my parents expect me to like care about him more, all of a sudden, like I'm no longer an individual and no longer even wish to be a girl. Like, he's said something about my race and it's my fault. Like, he's so much better, though I enjoy some aspects of that sort of statement.
I'm not really sure how my mom affected my life in college. I didn't speak to my dad. I know my aunt bothers me. I know my dad's family are incompetent and do away with things, but his mom doesn't wear glasses all the time and got them at about the same age as my mom. Well, they stopped going up north at the same time as me, the year after we went with my dad's sister and the daughter. The daughter is really bad, and you want to think she's pretending, like everyone else, to make me feel good, and that I'm ungrateful and guilty, somehow. That doesn't really say anything for me. Same with the cousins up north, mostly. There's this one with curly white hair, but she's not like that, now.. never talked to her much.
So, I'm kinda worried because supposedly Ellen DeGeneres is about events like this, people making my mom wear glasses. I just feel like hurting people. I guess the point would be well no I don't want my mom in glasses, and I mean I guess I can't do anything. I kinda don't like people who are mean. I mean, I'll talk to them, for awhile. So, why is she in glasses? I kinda want to help out because I already thought of the reason and don't think it's right. I mean, I just don't accept it. What other answer would come up? What's the answer? I think that people think I have to accept it. That I have to accept that like it's not something I have a right to like you know get mad about. I already blame someone. I think we should lasso the likes of Tim Burton's effects, as though he cares not. He's gonna continue to try to be genial, but I mean why? Why? Look, I'm white. Ellen DeGeneres and Tim Burton are telling me I don't act white and also that I don't like being white. Now, they'll deny it. See, if this is true, they're, they'd be worthless. You shouldn't say that, but I dunno. I can't take these slams like I'm nothing, that I find things like my mom wearing glasses, the clicks in my room, the negative messages online. Maybe, I need to learn to talk, but I've been online all day every day mostly for 5½ years. I mean, my life must be really messed up. I don't believe that I needed that long. The problems were my parents wre mean to me and made me feel guilty for not succeeding in college, for not going to class all the time, though I was hearing clicks at that point that made me approach feelings that brought to mind the idea of being maybe suicidal. They stopped, for some reason, next semester, when I picked a major. I know it was a free semester. That shouldn't matter. See, Ellen DeGeneres is from that area and would approve of this and then get mad at me for not going to class. How could I have gone to class? I know I came in, and the kids turned around and looked at me like I shouldn't be there. It feels like I might have skipped most of the classes, but I didn't have to. Also, my life was an experiment, and people stopped communicating with me. I couldn't focus. I had a lot of physical inconveniences, in my life. I was being treated like I wasn't white just because I wasn't perfect and being picked at for being a perfectionist. So, anyway, that pretty much made me not feel good. My life was what it was, benefited. I came home, and I couldn't focus. I don't know, that might be all. I was in an experiment, and anyway I don't think that means you can torture me. I mean, I wasn't being bad. Also, you'd know I was a good student already before. My parents never were onto me about school because I was good.