Dear World Travelers,

My sincere apologies for not having been regular on my journal lately. I have been here and there trying to figure some stuff out with school, and my normal daily routine. Yes, for some who don’t know, I still am going to school, for apparently the American dream will not even bother to get closer to you if you are not Americanized and institutionalized yet.

As for my normal daily routine whatsoever, I have come to accept my pathological immigration “status” for the sake of some Americans’ limited mindsets (if they read this, I pitifully dare them to sue me!!).

Sometimes I wish I was a cat, or a dog, or a hamster, or what-the-hell-ever kind of pet which will lovingly come and sleep on his jerky pet owner’s (who has never been good but a Jerk to me) lap. It makes me realize now why I have always wondered why being human is freaking hard. Mostly because of other humans. How ironic and messed up is that 😑😑😑😑!!

The “other humans” as I call them, those are the kind of people who spend their life criticizing, hounding, and mocking people like us who only want to get through their journey. If it was said in my to do list’s journey that I will run into that kind of evil in a daylight, I would have rather stayed in bed eating junk food while watching Pretty Woman ( hey! Judgment free zone here!!! Besides, the movie feels right to me 😐).

To be clear, I wouldn’t stay in bed out of fear, but just to take a break from those people because it is actually exhausting at the end of the day to deal constantly with every single one of them. Especially when you live in a rural and conservative environment, they are like available all day, as if they were making a living from making our life miserable and spreading their filthy racial hatred like contagious diseases.

Until yesterday, all I knew before about that kind of people is that they will always have a particular “thing” against minorities because of their skin colors, accents, and origins. However, I didn’t know that my immigration status would be one of their interests as well. Again, how ironic right?! I mean I am already black, African, speaker of other languages than English, and I can see my social credibility on the very end of the negative side of the X and Y axes, but why on earth would a cashier ask for my immigration status while checking out at the grocery store? Don’t we already have immigration officers for that?

Was there any sort of doubts on my level of vandalism, terrorism, or any other form of “black life suspicious activities” in all this scenario? I truly am wondering right now.