Anonymous,
USA.
The worst thing about people on the street commenting on how good my English is, is that the only language I’m really good at is English, and I can’t speak my own language. Whenever I try, I just fail, and life seems so pointless. It’s so much easier to speak English: the default. People who don’t know me think my English is good, but Hmong people think my American accent is something to laugh at. I never can fit in anywhere, and it’s one of the reasons why I am so depressed.
