Yikes were you mad enough to roast me when I didn't ask? *Jajaja soy Mexicano And I have posted one Volleyball picture in my life and it was 3 days ago LMAO
Your name translates into "solution" which is truly ironic considering you're a problem unto yourself. Not for other people; in that respect you're completely insignificant. You make yourself a problem in your own life by turning everything you touch into shít. Your only achievement is life is being a failure at making anyone care about you. Your parents forgot you existed before you were born. My advice would be to build a bridge and get over it; there's your soluciones.
Nobody is "afraid to talk to you" they simple choose not to. You have less personality than someone who got rejected from the lonely hearts club. You're the kind of person that puts "I'm a great listener" on your Tinder profile. Just because your grandmother says "you're a star" doesn't mean your brighten anyone else's day. People have a more interesting conversation with you when you don't talk.
You're literally so bad with words it's a mystery how you're not still in high school. How on earth you got into a teaching career nobody will ever know, that should be a felony and whoever allowed it should be put on death row. The only reason you were granted a visa was to become a housemaid or cam-girl like a proper Latina should. You probably tried to start a career on 4cam but realised nobody wants to watch a tanned immigrant sitting there eating baleada all day.
You try so hard to be some edgy teenager-become-man that you simply go unnoticed. You're like the Rogan Josh of curries; trying to appeal to people on the menu but really, nobody knows why you're there or what your purpose is, like Sporty from the Spice Girls except even she'll live on in somebody's memories.
The reason you and Jeff got so close is because in actuality you're secretly gay but because your dad brought you up in traditional ways you can't deal with the fact you might disappoint him for the millionth time and you can't let him hit you again because you might like it. That's why you're "dating" Krystal - a girl known for getting around on EM - to try and cover up what you're truly ashamed of.
This also explains your general attitude; you aren't unhappy with anyone but yourself and when you call someone else "slapdick" it's just your wishful thinking they might honour the insult and actually do it for you. Honestly, it's becoming a seriously psychological issue for you at this point.
Pam outed your cheating to try and give you an example of what it's like to come clean about something but you're too fúcking terrified of abusive daddy that you just stole the limelight (like a truly eccentric showman) and continued to cower in the corner. Chances are when you do finally break free it's gonna be at your dad's funeral and then everyone will be so disgusted at your timing that once again, you'll be shunned as the messed up recluse everyone suspected you of being.
You try so hard to enforce your homosexual nature onto other people that you're like the James Franco version of MikeyRu: nobody really gets you and you'll probably both end up overdosing in ten years time, with the only memory being a single line obituary written by your sister, the only person who thought you were still in the closet.
You make so many cringeworthy jokes about sex I'm starting to think you've either been abused or have a stupidly redacted desire to be. You're like a gloryhole hostage that got left to rot.
You're the type of person that tries so hard in everything they do just for the tiniest bit of recognition from anyone who's around. The problem is you're so fúcking desperate to be noticed that you can't even tell if you're being roasted or complimented by someone so you sit there for the next hour pondering what could have been. Here's a hint: I'm not accepting your friend request and no, I won't "+k for +k".
