can i get a muzzle for all parents

riding the bus is my money friendly therapy. sitting on the ac'd dog gives me plenty o' time to ponder and ponder and ponder and lip sync. today's previously subducted memory has pulled a congervent boundary on me and is mountain sized laughing in my face. ok, first off mad kudos for incorporating science! go nerd go!!

having lived my whole life in what we were taught is the white man's world, i have a very unique view on it. i'm hispanic. born in c. american but live all but 3-4 years of my lovely life in the good ol' us of a. if aliens abducted me and asked my home country i would certainly say the us. as much ass as it sucks, fl is my home state. excuse me while i puke. that being sad, i've never really fit in. growing up i was told to marry a white guy to dilute our dark skin tones. my mom's parents are racist. i don't get it. but i know that the shit they told us growing up is still ringing in my ears and i can't escape the scrutiny of my mind's eye. am i being looked at by others based on my skin color? or am i playing paranoid pilar and need to just chill? previously dormant fears and thoughts are creeping back in. what must i do? keep plugging away at school to prove to myself i am damn good enough; i know i am. fuck my past ghosts and make new ones for myself. how 'bout a sexy lesbian ghost who goes around singing brand new? now that's a phantasm i'd invite into my house any day.