My competitive nature may one day bring on the end of me. My mother just saved me from going insane with the following comment: " Let them do the work themselves. It's only by seeing the difference in quality that they'll appreciate you more".Normally I'm the nicest, most polite girl you would come across but please allow me to vent out some anger, pull up my middle finger to them and call them FUCKERS!!!
God, we had a deal. Why are you punishing me even more. I keep asking you to keep her away from me and you keep throwing her in my path, in my face and now those fuckers want her to do the same work chores as me. I want a peaceful life please so why are you pushing me to my limits. I want to be able to sleep properly, please.
So, here I am, on my knees, palms pressed together, facing the sky, I won't cry but my throat is very constricted, and I am begging you. Please my Lord, be kind to me your humble servant. I am fed up and I need a peaceful life. Get that girl away from me, please. And if you insist on keepin her around, then the least you could do is allow me to be better than her in every life aspect.
Till we meet again,
Sedeso
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