All the shitty work is coming back again. Just when I thought it was safe to run away. No, they come back in an endless stream, mocking me, telling me that I can never escape no matter how far I run.
And I’m becoming increasing vulgar ahaha. Not a good thing. If I happen to get pissed in front of random sensitive people, they’ll think I’m a bad person. Yeah, that’s how people think.
I can’t stand family outings == IT always ends up with me being damned pissed. You know, it’s amazing how certain words or actions vent those feelings so easily that I end up with a grin.
Actually I’m not inclined to go tomorrow. Knowing fully well, well, that I’m not sociable and should stay at home at enjoy my virtual reality while it lasts. But gah, for the sake of pw == OR maybe I should go later. Yeah, that’s a good idea.
As usual, my parents, or mum rather, complains how I complain so much. Do I? I don’t complain about much, I only complain about a few things. Those same few things. And then my dad, of course, sided my mum and told me I always see the cup as half empty. Keep harping that I don’t know how fortunate I am.
I finally mustered the whatever to say to my mum, "There’s nothing for me to look forward to in life, not working, not marriage, not kids. Tell me, what’s there to be optimistic about?" And obviously, she can’t give me a proper reply. Not like she could many of the other times.
I hate work. I hate doing anything to do with reality. Just leave me alone. Please.
Haha I’m back to those good old lower sec days. Where I did nothing but read. Just read. The same kind of stupid books. Somehow, they never got old. This time, I still read. Similar stories, I guess, but they never get old too.
