I need to let this off my chest.

Right now I'm on vacation with my mom's side of the family, a.k.a my Filipino side.

I feel like my aunts and uncles that came along are...treating me differently.

And I think I know why.

It's because I'm, as you know, half Dominican.

Now, there's a number of my aunts and uncles that don't like my dad because he's Dominican.

My grandfather (mom's father) HATES my father. My grandfather threatened to ING SHOOT MY FATHER for NO ING REASON.

Excuse my language but understand me here!

I've always felt out of place when I'm around my Filipino relatives.

Why?

Because.

My hair is curly and not straight.

My eyes are big and round and don't have that Asian look to them.

My skin is paler and gets sunburn instead of tan.

I listen to Bachata and Salsa.

I can barely speak Tagalog. In fact, I can't speak it at all. I only know a few words.

I don't look Filipino.

I look 100% Dominican.

I dress different. I wear emo-looking clothing and I'm judged for it. So what if I have a girl holding a skull on my shirt? I STILL GO TO CHURCH YOU JUDGERS.

I...

I hate karaoke.

 

This is why I feel out of place.

And since some of my relatives don't like my dad...

I guess they don't like me or my brother either.

The only highlight of my vacation has been my older cousin Adrian. He's 17 or so and has been talking to me a lot more lately ever since he saw my inner ghettoness I guess.

I hate this vacation.

My parents are at home and I had to go with my grandparents, the ones that don't like my father.

I agreed to come on this vacation because I though it'd be fun but...

I was wrong.

Dead wrong.

I have been crying myself to sleep.

My heart is...at a weak state.

I've been staying in the hotel room and avoiding everything.

I hate this! 

I HATE IT.

Let me go home and be in the arms of my parents who love me.

Four more days of this hell...

I can't bear it.

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