justalostnostalgicgeek asked: hi :D
Hey there :D
I miss my best friend… The best friend that will always be my best friend because she is all that a friend should be. She never gave up on me when I was at my worst or hated me when I was at my best. She never tried to bring me down or use me. She stuck by me when I wouldn’t even stick by me and I love her till the end of days.
Sometimes I long for a feeling of belonging to a certain place. I was brought to the United States so young that I do not feel connected to my home in Mexico but I do not feel American the way so many do. It’s hard that so many people tell me that I don’t look Mexican and somehow that’s supposed to be a compliment?… I am Mexican, I like that I am Mexican. It’s weird thinking that for so long my mother wanted me to receive my citizenship but when I finally did in 2011 I didn’t really understand what it meant. As I look at it now I feel like it is a further separation from the land of my birth I’m supposed to be Americanized… but what am I really?