CAN I CALL IT UNAMERICAN?

Well new circumstances and new human beings to get acquainted with. I went on a picnic yesterday and got to meet people I’ve never met before, this always makes me uncomfortable but I try to seem interesting yet not too talkative and as you know my greatest fear is to look stupid. Well that didn’t happen in fact most of the people liked me, but I seem to have appeared to some as discourteous. Fortunately for me there is no chance of a second meeting, because I’m in Iran now and have been for the past 2 weeks (the reason for my delayed entries). This I’ve never talked about but perhaps it’s now the perfect time, my mother lives in Iran and I only get to see her every summer, so here I am a country with all the porn sites and even myspace.com blocked, which makes me particularly mad for it was my only source of contact with my friends in Florida. But it’s not so bad here, everyone loves me even the people who hated me on that picnic, just because I came from America they adore the fucking shit out of me! It’s sad, but sweet for me. I wonder is it all just pretend or do they actually care about me, sometimes I know it’s just bullshit. Anyways, I’ll be leaving in about 10 days, back to real life where everyone hates me and is prepared to stab me in the back at any given moment. I got to meet my grandpa and grandma who live here and mommy whom I truly despise. Also a few girlfriends I’ve picked up during the past summers whom are mostly just interested because I’m so fucking American (as if it’s a good thing and not even true). I was in Iran until I was 12 and that’s not so long ago, I just turned 18. I wasn’t doing well in school so I was sent with my dad to America so that the stupid retard that I am might be able make something of itself in the land of opportunities. As for Iranians, I speak their language but can’t understand them. Just trying to cope till it’s time to go and that shall come soon enough.