i hated(?) this book: truth & beauty

Maybe one day, hopefully forever from now, when my aunt(s) and both of my parents are dead, I'll be able to write freely about my life experiences.

november 2025, giving thanks?

I wrote about it in a newsletter a few weeks ago, but didn't fully explain the issue. I also won't do that here, but November consisted of: Feeling bad about myself because I look white but also don't look white, and I never know where to fit in or what to call myself.