i feel so far removed from myself & my own Personality that when someone makes a remark ab Me i’m almost dumbfounded bc is that really Me? what do i behave like? is this also part of my Great Act of Appearing Normal or is this the Real Me? after so many years pretending i almost
manon had a personal trainer sent out to her months before DA, after breaking rules she was rewarded by living with family, she was given multiple chances to redeem her unprofessionalism for an opportunity others can only dream of. manon has only ever been bent over backwards for
i wish i knew how to exist w/o feeling this perpetual sense of shame & disgust like i have to constantly justify my reason for existence & how much space i deserve to take up & being myself. somewhere i began believing i only deserve to exist if i make myself as small as possible
this isn’t 2020, nobody with half a brain is still falling for these race baiting tactics. there were other biracial/mixed black girls in the program whose work ethics were not questioned because they showed up consistently …
id ruin a hoe's life for saying this to me, there's no next time if you can't care about me
reminds of an old friend I still hate ngl one of the two people i actually hate
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