One minute we're the best of friends, or so others assume we are, next minute we can't bear seeing each other. It's never gonna end, huh? Sometimes I wonder why I even bother reaching out. It's so useless that from now on, I'd rather do my own pedicure and manicure than reach out to you guys. And to think I hate doing that.
I do deserve pretty things because.. well I just do. I'm your fucking daughter for crying out loud! I have the right to leech from your so-called riches and use it to my advantage in any way possible. But do I actually get to have that luxury? Sige, fine, sometimes. But when you compare my status with Bobby's, or Patricia's even, God, you wouldn't even consider me part of the family anymore! I swear. I was jealous before but now, I don't even know what to feel. I hope I'm that jaded but I'm still not.
Pucha, SO WHAT. Fine, buy Bobby his second car. Fine, give him my new laptop 'cause you think he needs it more than I do. Go ahead, looks like he's missing out on a lot of things anyway. I'm happy being the person you don't text anymore. I'm happy that I get to go to anywhere I want to, whenever I want to. I'm finally free from you guys. Finally.
This is so relaxing. Weird.
Long live comfort in strangeness! I want you.
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