ah memories of elementary school TW when my art teacher of 4th grade came in w ice cream for everyone backtrack i was in a table w a buncha girls n they were basically roasting me n my family for a good miute saying i looked like a monkey n shit n i should keep my monkey hands to myself(I'm brown Pakistani) n so i was kinda rightfully pissed off n smacked one of em (W/ MY FOLDER!LIGHTLY.) n then the teacher came in right so basically the girls snitched n then i got no ice cream n i cried silentl…
I know. I just wish ppl didn't think I was ugly tbh. idk I how to describe it. its like impossible to make friends in my college that I transferred to lol