I was born into a family that didn't care about people. My father was a strange asshat that mooched off his wealthy father for a living. My mother was always more worried about how others perceived her as a parent, than actually caring about her children. They split up after my father banged some floozy in Colorado, and my father, having plenty of his fathers money to spend, made sure my mother had nothing.
He would call us up occasionally, saying he wanted to spend time with us. Usually by the time we arrived he had some great project for us to do; be it moving, cleaning, construction... anything to save him a buck. We haven't spoken in about 6 years.
My extended family is judgmental, stupid, and big-mouthed. They are spiteful, mean-spirited people, who belittle anyone not currently in the room.
My friends have all either moved away, or have died.
I was unemployed for so long due to the bad economy I managed to wrack up enough debt to need to file bankruptcy. Mostly buying food, and clothes... although I did pick up smoking at this time as well, so tack that on there.
I now have a job, but I work so often I can't even go to stores without taking a vacation day. Every night, I go home and sit around, because I hate people so much I stopped going out when I was about 25. I can't have an intelligent conversation with the meatpuppets of this world to save my life.
Now it's just a blur... Monday may as well be Friday, because I'll be called in to work at 2:30am on a Saturday anyway. Months blend together, and half the time I can't even remember [Or maybe just don't care] what year we're in.
One day recently, I discovered a small irregular mole popped up on the back of my right hand. Apparently it is cancerous and I need medical attention. I'm pretty sure that's the signal it's time to get off the ride. Someone else can have a turn, but I'm warning you, it's not worth the line you waited in.
I've decided not to will away any of the money I've managed to save up over the years. Donating to a worthy cause just lines the pockets of some blackhearted jerk pretending to be a crusader. Money didn't buy me happiness, I won't give it the chance to buy anyone else happiness either. Dollar bill bonfire.
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