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Tonight was relaxing as well. Some friends and I went to have coffee and just talked about life. It seems boring but I enjoyed it a lot.
This post is gonna be about ME and my past
I came to realize that I've matured at such an early age. I was about eight, when my dad took us to live to Mexico for a year. That year was a very bad year for me. Mexico City is a very dangerous city and it's very big, so my parents wouldn't let us go out of the apartment at all. We couldn't go out. The french school that I went to there was literally in front of our house. And my mom would take us. So that year I was depressed for the first time in my life, at eight years old. I know a lot of people who are always happy and think that being depressed is useless and dumb, hello, you can't help it! The worst thing is that they have never even felt down...
My first depression made me matured. And that's one of the reasons why I never really fit in. Another reason is my race. When I was in second grade, we had this activity in which we had to choose from four boxes what our ethnic backround was. There was caucasian, asian, arab and hispanic. There was no black one, simply because there was no black people at my school. So I didn't know what to choose. My dad is French, Polish and American, my mom is half Portuguese and half Venezuelan. To make it even worst, my mom was born in Peru and my dad in Morocco(Very, very looooong stories). So I was very confused about this "game." I didn't know where I belonged. I was too white for the hispanics (there was two of them) and too ethnic for the white people.
Some people think it's beautiful to be mixed, but it's hard for a child. You become wayward. Still today, it's a struggle for me. When people ask me where I come from, I don't really know what to say, I just say I'm Canadian.
Bah..Anyway. I feel better now. It's off my shoulders...
My sister just came back from Denmark and tomorrow we are going to buy stuff for our turtle. Our little pet is getting big and needs a new tank. Fun, huh ?
This post is gonna be about ME and my past
I came to realize that I've matured at such an early age. I was about eight, when my dad took us to live to Mexico for a year. That year was a very bad year for me. Mexico City is a very dangerous city and it's very big, so my parents wouldn't let us go out of the apartment at all. We couldn't go out. The french school that I went to there was literally in front of our house. And my mom would take us. So that year I was depressed for the first time in my life, at eight years old. I know a lot of people who are always happy and think that being depressed is useless and dumb, hello, you can't help it! The worst thing is that they have never even felt down...
My first depression made me matured. And that's one of the reasons why I never really fit in. Another reason is my race. When I was in second grade, we had this activity in which we had to choose from four boxes what our ethnic backround was. There was caucasian, asian, arab and hispanic. There was no black one, simply because there was no black people at my school. So I didn't know what to choose. My dad is French, Polish and American, my mom is half Portuguese and half Venezuelan. To make it even worst, my mom was born in Peru and my dad in Morocco(Very, very looooong stories). So I was very confused about this "game." I didn't know where I belonged. I was too white for the hispanics (there was two of them) and too ethnic for the white people.
Some people think it's beautiful to be mixed, but it's hard for a child. You become wayward. Still today, it's a struggle for me. When people ask me where I come from, I don't really know what to say, I just say I'm Canadian.
Bah..Anyway. I feel better now. It's off my shoulders...
My sister just came back from Denmark and tomorrow we are going to buy stuff for our turtle. Our little pet is getting big and needs a new tank. Fun, huh ?