Monday, November 15, 2021

What I Think About Myself

I don't know why people started paying attention to if I "make problems."  My life became an experiment, and we eventually moved to Orlando for my dad's job.  It was a terrible place.  My dad was always mean to me and prevented me from functioning, like winding down from it.  The city partly hated me, and people collectively used racism against me.  Sometimes, I stomped my foot a little, and the hate and pain increased.  So, I did it more, and people thought that was it, I fell for the trap of Orlando.  People used to look at me inappropriately.

I suppose I lost a career in the creative and performing arts and fame in it.  No one cares about me, anymore, and I feel hatred.

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