Bothered

So, people are annoying me when I'm still upset and as a result of it and in a bad way.

I'm really mad people are simply promsicuous enough to come into my life and want to make an impression in a knock-about fashion, as though they didn't do anything, and to not ever let me achieve anything.

I feel dispresepcted for who I am, racially, like I'm tacky, in that way. It's been an unpleasant situation, where I'm drawn in to do things I shouldn't have to do, to think things I shouldn't have to think, to not experience the fruits of the labor bestowed upon me.