OMG....looks like i'm african.

LOL.

 

Some generations will never change. Nothing to do about it. Nothing we can do about it.

 

It's a generation where genes and previous pears counts so much. They are the reason why we are what we are.

 

I don't like that.

 

She was just the proof i was expecting .

 

 

"None of us are what we appear to be on the outside."

 

 

 

Such a pretty ,cute and good little girl. She's brave, and complete.

 

The truth? She's a cold semi-heartless manipulor Bitch. And that is how she survives. We're never completly true to no one.

 

She told me i came from a family of "nannys"...like..slaves made better by their masters. Maybe she dramatises a bit. Maybe not.

 

I never had much use for the concept of hell. But if hell exist, i'm in it.

 

Therefore, seeing the rage wchich whom i defend my freedom, i suppose we might have been the one engaging the rebellion.

 

 

 

Who cares.

 

 

She did. It was important for her to give me this line. She made me swear not to say anything to anyone. Like this is going to happen.

 

I knew my parents were obviously hidding something. Both can't bear were they came from. i guess it's all generations there.

 

It's important my child...whatever color 'll be, finds a home somewhere. And stop being so lost...like we apparently are now. All together.

 

The grand mother is hard. cruel. Hidding her rage beneath a smooth surface of hidden rotten speakless truths.

 

The father is ready to explod at any sign of the past. Whatever past. Hidding to his very blood what supposely matters for the ancient.

 

The mother, Flotting around theses monsters. 

 

And the daughter. Realising. and Leaving.

 

What is Funny, is that This name, supposly meant "servant" actually means "eternal, Immortal, indestructible"

 

Yeah..definitly more like it.

 

 

"My neat little world of lies is crambling all around me. And i can't tell a soul."