The best thing after you’ve discarded all your fake friends is that nobody is ever going to blame fuck you for anything bad happening in their miserable shit lives.
Wanna keep Kosher in the Western world; “That’s so cute.”
I’ve just found out on my birth certificate that my Jewish grandfather’s name is from a Sephardic Jewish surname of Hebrew origin which has its roots in the same place where now is Jerusalem.
“We need Proof of Judaism,” what about I take a bullet in my head instead.
When you try to ask questions so to make conversation—because, I am not a boring person—and they look at you with suspicion as though to say; “Foreign, why are you asking me questions.”
Sometimes I forget to remind myself not to forget before going outside that I’m not welcome. It just helps with everything you know; like in how I’m not welcome. It feels better now isn’t. Smile.