So, I probably havent touched on my life much on these journals. But today something profound happened to me today and trust me, it is worth writing about.
This is to someone specific. A reader whom will never read this, or more so, a group of readers. Family.
Not all of you, a certain one. Who isn't really family at all.
So you, my glorious fucked up no named no life having reader, this is to you.
It is funny how you have grown up, even though you are twice my age. I have watched you flourish and fold and wilt. Waiting for you to die. One day.
When I was a child, you married into my family and they were and are still reluctant to accept you.
Sure, big man to marry someone who was already a ready made family. Poor guy.
But you chose to take the task and man up.
You were bitter at the world and kid, you still are. Nothing to show and you sir, are a grown ass man. No car of your own, still live with your mother. Still married to my sister but you don't live together. You hand over your checks so my sister can go clubbing every weekend, all so you can still wear your shitty ass jewelry district wedding ring. Well let me tell you dear, it isnt becoming of you.
I ran away from your "care" because you didnt know what you are doing. I guess you are still bitter. Ha, i got the best of you. But to insult my mother and me and everyone living under my roof is something that should never be done. Let me tell you this, I AM NO LONGER SCARED OF YOU!
You can run along at the mouth like you have always done, carting out insults without looking to yourself first. Kettle and the pot. Such a big role for you to carry out. But you do it well...
I will not give into your poignant yet stagnant words, I will not let you fuck up my happy disposition. Let me just tell you this.
You will always be nothing to me. You will die sad and alone and you will never mean anything to anyone that matters. You picked your path and sir it is a lonely one. May we never exchanged words again because it will lead to something you can not handle.
This is to someone specific. A reader whom will never read this, or more so, a group of readers. Family.
Not all of you, a certain one. Who isn't really family at all.
So you, my glorious fucked up no named no life having reader, this is to you.
It is funny how you have grown up, even though you are twice my age. I have watched you flourish and fold and wilt. Waiting for you to die. One day.
When I was a child, you married into my family and they were and are still reluctant to accept you.
Sure, big man to marry someone who was already a ready made family. Poor guy.
But you chose to take the task and man up.
You were bitter at the world and kid, you still are. Nothing to show and you sir, are a grown ass man. No car of your own, still live with your mother. Still married to my sister but you don't live together. You hand over your checks so my sister can go clubbing every weekend, all so you can still wear your shitty ass jewelry district wedding ring. Well let me tell you dear, it isnt becoming of you.
I ran away from your "care" because you didnt know what you are doing. I guess you are still bitter. Ha, i got the best of you. But to insult my mother and me and everyone living under my roof is something that should never be done. Let me tell you this, I AM NO LONGER SCARED OF YOU!
You can run along at the mouth like you have always done, carting out insults without looking to yourself first. Kettle and the pot. Such a big role for you to carry out. But you do it well...
I will not give into your poignant yet stagnant words, I will not let you fuck up my happy disposition. Let me just tell you this.
You will always be nothing to me. You will die sad and alone and you will never mean anything to anyone that matters. You picked your path and sir it is a lonely one. May we never exchanged words again because it will lead to something you can not handle.