watching the biggest loser and sobbing when people reach their goal weights.
My mom has been trying to get on my nerves today, picking on any little thing that sounds “wrong”. Like I was telling her about my Turkish friend and I mentioned to her that she lives alone and my mother was like….”She lives alone? A girl? Not good, she’s unmarried and doesn’t have respect for herself. You said she was Turkish? heh, that’s probably why. Turks, Afghans, and Iranians aren’t pious people. They’re all liberal Muslims, they let their daughters run around doing whatever. What a shame.”
I wanted to scream at her, but we were walking on the street so I just rolled my eyes and called her crazy under my breath. Then she looked at me and said “Please, I bet you want to run away from your family’s house just like that girl, don’t let her influence you.”
It’s sad because that Turkish girl I know is one of the most pious people I have ever met in my life, and my mom just shit talked her and judged all because she was Turkish.
“You want to hang out?”
No. I most definitely do not want to hang out. I don’t want to look at you, breathe the same air you’re breathing or sit in the same vicinity as you. I do not want to speak, laugh, or babble about pointless things with you. I do not want to waste my life when I could be using my precious time to focus on my education, you know that thing that helps you get a job in the future? Of course you wouldn’t know, you God forsaken party animal, no good doer slandering cow.
You’re a horrible influence to my life and I DON’T WANT TO BE IN YOUR PRESENCE.
IS THAT SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!
I used to think that I wasn’t good enough for anyone.
Now I think, whoever gets me is a lucky motherfucker because I’m awesome.