There’s a Reason Why No One In My Life Knows About This Blog

So my birthday is on Saturday, and like usual I am not looking forward to it. Getting older doesn’t really bother me. I just don’t like the attention that comes with it. And I just enjoy spending it with my puppy and cousin. I’m that simple. Spending it here this year isn’t the same.

There is tropical system heading towards the southeastern part of the Caribbean, which is where my family lives. Too be honest, its starting to worry me because its family. If you ever had to experience a hurricane, its not a fun thing. And in the past few years, there have been intense hurricanes causing a lot of damage. This is not the US or developed world where shit gets back to normal after a week or so. So whenever I hear tropical storm or hurricane I become really worried. So I am hoping and praying that it weakens in the next days hours or changes directions.

Since my birthday is this weekend and my mom knows how sad I am not being home, she’s trying to make it up to me. She got me a cake and we would order food. And my grandmother come see me, but she would also bring a friend with her.

I know it sounds childish, but I don’t want that friend to come. I don’t want to cut my cake and have to share it with them. I don’t mind sharing it with my grandmother, but I don’t like the friend. He’s entitled, attention seeking and I just wanted to spend the time with my mother and grandfather.

I feel like I am compromising to make others happy because I don’t to tell her how I feel. She suggested pizza an wings, and as much as I like pizza I don’t want it. I don’t want shawarma/middle eastern food. She likes it. Me not so much. I don’t feel for Portuguese food. All I want is sandwich and fries or Mexican. But once again I would be sounding childish and making other people happy except myself.

My mom spoke to my grandmother earlier today, and my grandmother asked whether or not I was looking for a job. My mom’s response was “yes I’ve been doing tons of interviews lately” What the fuck!!!

I am a very private person and I don’t like talking about it with others. So my mom had no right to be lying to my grandmother. Why doesn’t she ask me? I don’t want to talk about it because I know things spread like wildfire. Also, I get ignored with every single application I send out. So what the fuck.

I am grateful that I have a space to rant without my family knowing

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A quirky, possibly crazy 22 year old talking about her life and doggie.

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