Here's the Deal

I've decided to do something I've never done before. I'm sharing every single little thing that pisses me off. So here goes:
-Loud noises when it should be quiet.
-Repeatinf myself.
-People making decisions involving me that I don't agree with.
-Bigots.
-90% of the male population.
-Police brutality.
-Trolls/Bullies/Haters
-People who brag.
-Mumbling.
-Not being able to speak.
-Not being heard.
-Being interrupted.
-Being left alone.
-My loudness.
-My biotinodase deficency.
-Smokers.
-Druggies.
-My grandma.
-My grandpa.
-My cousins.
-My uncle.
-My sister.
-When my stuffed animals fall off my bed.
-Hypocrites.
-People telling me what I should do or like.
-Going to bed.
-Not being able to express my feelings.
-Thinking I'm sick all of the time.
-People telling me I'm not something I am.
-People pointing out my apperance.
-Looking in mirrors.
-Sexism.
-Tapping on walls.
-Whistling in class.
-When my glasses are dirty and I can't get them clean.
-Fat shaming.
-Skinny shaming.
-LGBT shaming.
-Cis/straight shaming.
-When people refuse to talk about very really issues.
-The treatment of animals in aquariums, zoos and other such sanctuary environments.
-The school system.
-Not having a say because I'm a girl and young.
-Being called mixed.
-My hair being touched.

And worst of all. I get mad at myself for being myself. Loud, bossy, obnoxious, lazy, fat, stupid, childish, naïve. Sometimes I even hate being biracial because everyone uses me as a midground. Like it's okay to call me certain things. I'm not the n-word. I'm not a zebra. I'm not mixed. I'm not white. I'm not black. I'm biracial. And I'm not a bitch for not wanting my hair touched! It's my body! I don't want anyone touching it without my okay.
I want people to stop using me as an example. Just because I have two races doesn't mean I think I'm better. Just because I have a black family and a white family doesn't mean that I have two sides that I can switch on and off at will. It doesn't mean that I have a taste of all of the ways of life on earth. I'm fourteen! I'm just like every other single raced kid. Why does being if mixed race change my humanity? I don't want to be special for it. I'm just me.