My soul has grown bitter.
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Coming home pounds my spirit to dust and then chops up my rights and freedom into tiny little pieces. It drives me insane and leaves me with a week worth of headache.
Sometimes I ponder at the fact of being alone for all eternity. Muslim baggage is a tricky one. It’s already obvious to me that there will be a time where I will not have family nor a close friend that can save me from myself.
I hurt my families feelings by doing absolutely and literally nothing. My mom is embarrassed at the fact that other Muslim girls don’t want to take pictures with me or dance together in shut rooms away from society. She doesn’t realize how content I am by just being away from what I used to be, it hurts to see that they may not be able to breakthrough as I did. I wish I could help them, but they despise me because I’m different and try to achieve as much truth as possible.
I hate thanksgiving as well. Fuck it, fuck being thankful one fucking day. The world would be a better fucking place if people were thankful everyday. Fuck.