6/3/25

I really do hate writing about all these Chinese history stuff to prove that I’m Chinese enough. Strangely enough, the more I learn about China, or being Chinese, the less I feel Chinese. I remember everything, I can relate to everything, I know how I feel, I know that I care, I know that its not an easy problem to solve, people need to know, but sometimes, they can be overwhelmed with it, people can’t take it, I can’t take it, but I can’t help but see, pain. There’s pain, and there’s PAIN, then there’s PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIINNNN with no hope insight. It really makes you wonder, what’s the point of bringing another child into the world? On top of everything, that sounds like a lot to manage. I’m not sure if I fully understand what that means.

Daiga says people hate me because I’m a girl. He said they think it should be a boy doing this. What does he mean this? Smart? Pretty? Not so skinny? Says what she wants? And she’s not scared of you? Hell yeah. I’m not scared of you, you, reading this. I’m not scared of you, let’s make that crystal clear. Pull up, I’ll tell you where I live. Pull up.

In all seriousness, I do not like over censor myself and what I say, so deal with it. But a lot of times I also understand not censoring at all is also not the best way to go, but guess what, you don’t have to click into my page. Don’t follow me, don’t respond to me, don’t see me, just swipe away. Why come back? Why comment? Why give me any attention at all? Because you, you want to know. You, you know I’m right. Damn, right, I AM right. Or, prove me wrong? But, that’d be quite hard wouldn’t it. I don’t want to prove I’m smart, I want to let you know, I’m upset. Please don’t traumatize me, or, I will be upset again. Why is this a problem. Girls aren’t allowed to have a big personality? Fuck deal with it, it’s 2025. Baby, please. Don’t kill my vibe.