It's the first time in my life that I dread a holiday in a foreign land.
It is bad enough that she has to come along with us but to share the same hotel room? GAWD. Kill me please.
It would have been more humane to just shoot me. Or dig my heart out with a blunt fork. It would have been infinitely less painful than this upcoming torture session I will be subject to.
Why me? Why? Why? Why?
I'll probably come back more frazzled and stressed up than before we go. And the thing is, it is still about 3 months away but I am getting all stressed up about it now already.
Torture.
Torture.
Damn torture.
Dammit.
This bloody effing sucks.
Not that I have anything against her personally or anything.
It is just that I can't stand hypocrites and I have to become one when around her.
I have to act all bloody fu*king nice and sweet and all that crap which I AM NOT. I have and always been a real bit*h and yes, I speak my mind frankly, bluntly and regardless of anything or anyone.
And if I am not nice to her, I get all sorts of flak which I do not need. I get all sorts of even more stressful situations. And worse, I ended up being the EVIL Queen of the earth for being so uncaring, unloving, disrespectful, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah.
Respect is EARNED not freely given. So, SORRY, I do not deal out my respect generously just because of your station in life or who you are. You can be the King and if I feel you don't deserve my respect, I won't respect you. That's it. Period.
But then so many people just don't understand this. Well, screw them. I don't effing care.
Sometimes I just wish I'm dead. No need to deal with all these tricky human emotions.
*note: this is not a suicidal post altho it may sound like it. Just really craving the oblivion of death compared to the torture session coming up*
2 comments:
Wow! Wow! Wow! But that 'she' die-die must share a room with you meh? Cannot try to book her another room? Erm. Holidays are supposed to be happy not dreadful... If you really cannot change the scary fact... deal with it lor! Focus on the nice things of holidays... Good luck!
Eh, not she die die must share room. It's the son die die want her to share room. So darn SIEN with the invisible apron strings. I think I'll just hang myself on the invisible apron strings.
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