I am a daughter of two Khmer refugees. You would think that escaping a war of communism would make them humble, but they're far from humble. You'll see...
Do I really wanna do this with my life?
Last night in riverside… I should be excited but I’m not. I don’t want to leave the people who actually care for me. This sucks camel toe.
Once I go back to school and am closer to the beach, I’m gonna go there all the time. Alone.
I’ve always had passive behavior, that’s what I’ve been taught to do my whole life. I’ve always been the one to stay quiet, not talk back, keep things bottled in. Well, it hasn’t been the greatest and sometimes, I do wish I had balls to stand up for myself. But I’m too weak and polite to say anything because I’ve always lived in the shadow of a dominant, aggressive being and I’ve seen the horrors of being under an aggressive person’s control. I don’t want to be anything like that. I’ve always been the observer or quiet one out of a group and I’m okay with that. But sometimes, I wish I had balls.
I wish I had balls.