What's up you guys is your girl and I have you and welcome back to my podcast. Thank you guys for being super patient because y'all been

cursing me out like, uh-uh girl we need a new episode. Okay, but I'm here. We're here. Don't curse me out. Don't tweet me. Okay.

Um, so if you guys are not hints, I do have a new, a brand new capital and EW bitch new. I have a new account on my Twitter. Don't worry about the old one. Okay. We're moving on to new and better things.

So I have a new Twitter and on my Twitter, I ask you guys what should the next topic be? So if you guys want to keep tabs and you guys want to, you know, know what's

tea, make sure you guys follow me on my Twitter. So I ask you guys what the next topic should be? These were the options. Okay. I ask you if you wanted me to talk about hitting as

holes, fake slash toxic friendships or how to not give a fuck and 52% voted how to not give a flying mother fuck. And guess what? That's my favorite thing to talk about. So if you guys are interested, stay tuned.

We got to deal with no negative shit. Period. All right. If you got a group of people that you call your friends and shit, and they not support us, up the most.

So I'm going to say this PSA because I know there's a lot of sensitive people in the world. I don't know a lot of people like to take things bits and pieces and apply it to them when it actually has nothing to do with them.

This is my personal experience. I'm not downplaying anybody. I'm speaking on my personal experience. Take it how it resonates.

But yeah, this is this is kind of how I've learned to not give a fuck. So those who do not know I am Cape Verdean and Puerto Rican. Please do your research on what those two things are because a lot of people are very ignorant.

I learned how how I think me moving around from being from up north and moving down south. I realized like a lot of people are really fucking oblivious to a lot of shit.

You know, I grew up in a neighborhood where I had Caribbean friends. I had West Indian friends like, you know, and then you move down south and people like, aren't you Mexican? Like, excuse me. What?

But open a fucking book and educate yourself. That's all I was going to say. But I grew up in a school where, you know, it was it was a mixed mixture of students.

You had like I said, I have West Indian friends. I had you making friends. Hey, your friends. I think we had a couple of Jewish kids in there. Okay. That's New York for you.

And I remember being picked on not like teased or like bullied, but I remember like getting picked on. And I remember girls were like playing my hair and pulling in and makes fun of me.

I'm like, oh, and I blah blah blah blah blah. Like just doing evil kiddie shit. That's what kids do. They like to be fucking evil.

And that's due to the fact that they're probably not getting the type of attention that they want at home. So they get dropped off at school and then kids like me have to deal with that bullshit.

So I remember I was eight years old and I got winged worm. And I had a big ass fucking patch on the back of my head. That's because kids were playing in my head. And at this time, you know, I didn't know how to stand up for myself. And I remember people were like, oh, and I use old soft.

Because I never wanted to fight like why am I fighting you? You know what I'm saying? Like you're fucking with me. And you're picking on me and I didn't nothing to you. And I think this is where I kind of learn how to not give a fuck about what people thought and felt about me.

You know, and I remember taking medicine and I remember going home crying, telling my mom, I wanted to cut my hair. So I could fit in with everybody else because I felt like the odd kid, like I had long fucking here as a child.

My hair went down to my ass and other kids will make me feel like bad for having what the fuck I had. And I remember going home crying to my mom, telling her how I want to cut my hair and cut my hair.

So maybe I thought people will leave me alone. And then, you know, I remember saying like to my mom, like I want to like I remember just wanting to fit in. And that was such a problem for me.

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