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There is no doubt that the past year has been the unhappiest of my life. I work like a dog (working the hardest I can mum and dad so fuck off), see nobody other than newsagent retards and other fellow asian bitching slaves, and have a we’re-on-hiatus-now type of relationship with my boyfriend or whatever the fuck you wanna call it. Yes I have it easy because I still live at home and get fed, don’t need to pay rent, etc. but a trapped yet well fed animal is not as happy and free as one in the wild, independent to make its own decisions – good or bad ones. I may be a princess, but a chained princess, eating its own flesh.
The most enthralling conversation I have at work is with NON-ASIAN coworkers, who can give some insight about life that is not to do with money. Otherwise, its about my fucking cousin’s car or how she is using some poor bastard to get a VISA (FUCK IT just be nice to him you selfish bitch), or talking about how she can’t park her car in the free public carpark because there’s ‘bird poo and leaves’ and it’ll dirty her car coz she just washed it, well FUCK HONEY OTHER PEOPLE HAVE TO PARK IN THE NON-FREE AREA SO GET UR STAFF-ASSED VEHICLE TO THE PUBLIC FREE ONE YOU MONEY SUCKING ASIAN.
AND START GETTING YOUR OWN TASTE IN CLOTHES AND STOP CLONING WHAT PEOPLE LOOK LIKE AROUND YOU. TO THE EXTREME MIGHT I ADD. YOU LOOK LIKE A TRUCK RAN OVER YOUR FACE AND NO CLOTHING IS GONNA HELP THAT.
“If men were angels, no government would be necessary.”
My cousin likes to copy what I wear, the things I buy and purchase the things I own. At first it was a little flattering, but now it is just plain annoying. Maybe if she did it silently without harassing me about it, it would be ok. But she is constantly at it, like as if she has no taste of her own whatsoever. Its tough work being this celebrity of hers.
