I recently just figured out that I really loath people who have a family history, where they came from, where there family came from. What ethnicity they are. Family diseases. I mean growing up being adopted its like I have no family. I mean I do of course but everyone I know has history a past knows their origins. All I know is my biological mother lives in Ohio. No idea who my father is and hell I dont even know my mothers half of the family cause she herself was adopted. I just it feels weird I have no history no past. No one really knows what I am or anything. I guess it makes me sort of sad and lonely. I can remember being little and wishing I hadn't been adopted that I had actually known my ethnicity and who I was. I still do wish that sometimes but not often I love my two best friends one of which is my boyfriend. I wouldn't trade them for the world. It still feels like a part of me is missing.