I hate myself... my mom told me not to stoop to their level but I just can't help myself be infuriated by the mere sight of them. Those old disgusting Filipinos who have nothing better to do than just stick their nose into my life.
I HATE THEM!!!
But I hate myself more for letting their taunts affect the entire fibre of my being. Even my friends and co-workers are telling me that my personality is changing and I'm starting to hate Filipinos because when I see one, I think of them.
"Oh suck it up buttercup!", this is what I want to tell myself. Seriously, if I let them affect me this way I will end up as the miserable loser.
But I'll make a deal with myself. I won't react to whatever they say and I will let them be. But once I get accepted to school and I quit this fucking job then I will curse them with all that I've got!
To hell with them!
I HATE THEM!!!
But I hate myself more for letting their taunts affect the entire fibre of my being. Even my friends and co-workers are telling me that my personality is changing and I'm starting to hate Filipinos because when I see one, I think of them.
"Oh suck it up buttercup!", this is what I want to tell myself. Seriously, if I let them affect me this way I will end up as the miserable loser.
But I'll make a deal with myself. I won't react to whatever they say and I will let them be. But once I get accepted to school and I quit this fucking job then I will curse them with all that I've got!
To hell with them!
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