“Don’t forget us” they said. “Show us where you live, your house, your friends” they said. “Spill the the tea!!” They said.
“We don’t want to see your life, we don’t care who your white friends are, stop sending these shits to us. Get a life.stop flexing about moving somewhere else and getting your own backyard, friends who aren’t brown, boys in school, what your doing to the dance, who your going to the dance with.just because we don’t have these doesn’t mean you can show us yours”
I was the only one who was holding up the ‘group’. No one has texted on the group chat since February 11. I hate my life. These ‘friends’ i thought I found the friends I was suppose to have. But no. All of them were fake.People say to not forget about them, but I want to forget about everyone. The pressure I got from my relatives and friends back in my country was really bad, so bad I wanted to kill myself.they body shamed me.. my whole life. Still does. “Oh so you forgot about us and celebrating with your white friends?”
To my relatives and ‘friends’ YALL ARE MESSED UP. LIKE WTF BRO. FIRST YOU SAY TO SEND YALL PICS & THE NEXT MINUTE YALL HATE ME?! YALL ARE RACIST ASF. GROW UP.GROW THE FU*K UP.