It's funny how people around the older European lady I'm supposedly supposed to have a "relationship" with seem to echo what they think is me but in more awkward ways.  I don't mind what she does.

It seems like everyone thinks I'm cool, but maybe an older European lady I'm supposedly supposed to have a "relationship" with in the end is the only one who is "too good for" me, as others go along relaying relentlessly.

Supposedly, it's because many, many people "believe" I'm in trouble for doing things that my dad interpreted as just "rebellion."  Supposedly, they think I will be hurt if they don't act that way, but in the end the problem is also that people would be mean if they talked to me, anyway.

I feel like my life has been sacrificed.