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𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋
June 23, 2013
Sitting on the bed scrolling on my phone was really making me bored and lucky wasn't doing anything but biting my ankle so I just decided to go for a walk to get a break and some air because I felt like if I was in that house any longer I would've literally exploded.
I brung my phone, keys and my headphones with me.
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I walked down the stairs slowly trying not to wake anyone up and start more bullshit. I made it outside finally and took one good look at the sky and breathed in until my lungs were full of fresh air and let it out calmly.
"Finally, peace."
I said as I walked away to start taking my peaceful walk. My playlist was full of random music tastes since I literally couldn't stick to one genre. I lived in a GOOD neighborhood obviously, due to my mother being a retired doctor and my father running a huge company.
You would think my life was full of joy and money, you're right about the money but happiness wise. Absolutely not. Barely money wise, my brother got most of the money to be honest, but I still always managed to end up sharing with him every thing I had literally our whole childhood even then. I was confused on how I was still somehow a broke 19 year old when my parents combined were millionaires?? I guess it was because I wanted to be independent and wasn't really a daddy's or mommy's money type person but I definitely wanted to be at times. My parents proceeded to ask me what I wanted for Christmas or my birthday but when I didn't say I wanted something that my 11 year old brother would want it was "Your so complicated."
I wasn't 11, I was 19. They could've gave me the money or not, I didn't really care much honestly, and it was always my mom.
My dad would at least actually think about some of the stuff that I would want and try, my mother would get me a damn pineapple and casually think it was cool to say "You're welcome."
She thought I was my brother, I would either want money, makeup or clothes, I preferred money so I could buy myself the things I wanted but you know, my mom knew I didn't like her but I can admit that at times she would have moments where she would actually show me some emotional support whether she really wanted to or not, like she did when she gave me a genuine hug over my brother ruining my makeup which was odd but it was something.
