No one is gonna read this anyway.
Wanna know how my holiday went? Poorly. My family never even noticed I was there. No one asked me anything about my life. It was all "what's your cousin into these days?" Like I fucking know the answer to that. No one ever has anything to do with me. Then I find out (this sounds weird but it means something to me) that my dad had to shoot my grandfathers mule that he's been keeping since he passed away 10 years ago. Like the poor thing couldn't have just died naturally he had to go and break his damn leg and break my dads heart. I can't imagine. Breaks mine too. Then at my other grandmas I had to sit there and listen to her cry because he piece of shit excuse for a son can't do anything with his life except shoot coke and the poor pitiful thing is just wasting away. Drugging himself to death. You know what?! I WISH I COULD. I wish my parents hadn't made me care so damn much. To make me responsible so I could just go through life and hurt whoever and do whatever and get away with whatever. But I can't. I work this shit job to pay bills and rent for a shit house that isn't even mine. But does anyone give a flying fuck? Of course not. Because I'm fine. I know how to take care of myself. How to be a fucking adult. And no one cares if you seem to functioning in the world. "You're fine. You don't have anything to worry about. Your life is great! You're all set!!" Fuck you. And thanks for fucking asking but I'm miserable. Not that it matters to any one of them. Or anyone at all.
