// This year’s theme: The Illusion of Choice//

Why is it so hard for people to respect my decisions?

Or instead, why do people insist on pretending to give me options and then forcing/guilting me into what they want?

Yes, go on, turn me into the bad guy. That way people don’t think you’re the manipulative one. That way I can be blamed for everything yet again.

Might I remind the powers at be which child tends to be the most grateful and flexible. Might I also present the fact that I’m the only child to be royally screwed over by every other goddamned person in this family.

But if I say anything about it, I’m horrible. I’m ungrateful.

I’m officially rotting in Mississippi. Fuck it. Fuck. It.