Well my sister wouldn't have turned into such an amazing person even if I had emailed a cute light blue letter to Santa Claus while residing in my mothers tummy asking for the most understanding person in the world.
Thanks to her I'm now living the most relaxing moments of my entire life.
Friends on TV,classical music on the radio and oh sweet Jesus the softest pillow I've ever rest my head on.
Plus a jumbo-sized margarita pizza being on its way here.
-"I would have made you a cup of tea but when it comes to you I guess its not the best idea."
I cringe my nose in disgust and my lovely sister litteraly bursts into laughter handing me a colorful cup of cold chocolate. Finishing touch I guess. She must know me better that I thought.
She is really trying her hardest to make me feel OK and I appreciate that ,like,a lot but I cannot overcome the pain my parents' betrayal caused me.
And for the first time in forever this wannabe conspiracy doesnt affect just a small part of my day but my whole life. We're talking about my career here. Who must be that out of their mind to believe that they can plan a change on a control freak's future plan and get away with this?
I mean I've spent the last three years obsessing over my choice about my career and when I finally concluded somewhere(considering that I'm the most indecisive person you could have ever met)they mess it up for me again.
And now here I am,left with no choice. They actually knew that this would come. That I wouldn't be able to do a single thing about it and I would oblige sooner or later.
Well just for the record,not happening. Not this time.
