#42 or "Flat, broke-down life"

Kinda decided I am not a fan of feelings.
The good ones never last as long as the bad ones do.
Not worth it.

Let me explain the current crisis: I love my family.
However, I have never met more manipulative, cruel people.
Guilt is the weapon of choice. If you know guilt, you know that it feels like a dark cloud is following you so so closely until the sky feels heavy on your shoulders, and somehow the weight begins to permeate your being and sink deep into your bones like a poisonous fog.
When my family goes in for a cut, they go for the jugular.
And honestly, I have to fight not to do that myself.
So they can back the fuck off.

That being said, I really enjoy dressing up everyday for no good reason.
Sometimes I enjoy rubbing it in my stay-at-home sisters' faces that I'm free and stylish and they have stretch marks and all those dreams they had have died on the vine.
Hey, at least I don't deny that I'm vindictive.
Gimme brownie points for that.


#42 - Make sure most of your day-to-day plans involve skipping out on responsibility and procuring liquor. Preferably early.