I think there's a certain self loathing that goes along with accepting your roots. Looking at your family and who you're related to and where you came from is kind of disgusting, like watching your restaurant grade filet being slaughtered and cut up. Truly accepting what you are is something that nobody prepares you for. You just go out into the world and what you come up with is a bunch of labels that defines every detail of you, inside and out. And right there, that's your self loathing. I'm Carlee Mura, and I'm a psychopath.
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