I was messed around with, by some snobs that I was working with, over ten years ago. They were bugging me and telling me to get a boyfriend. They also kept asking me if I had a car and a driver's license. They were also asking me if I did drugs, and if I've ever had sex. They've also kept asking me, if I knew what dildos and orgasms were. They kept telling me to dance and I've kept on refusing to "obey" them. They felt that my uniqueness was the reason that they could tell me things that I knew in Kindergarten, and to presume that I was ret*d. All that they've talked about, was guys, sex, boyfriends, hair and make-up. All the things that I hate.
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The Family Enigma