I can be so unrelatable sometimes. I mean it's cool and all being like that around friends because everyone's a "unique individual" but you kinda lead a double-life if you're like that around family. Or maybe I'm just like that, because hey, who wants a cousin, niece, daughter, granddaughter whose foul-mouthed, unorganised and sometimes feels incredibly unmotivated in life, right?

So I put up a front. And it's normal because who doesn't?

As uninterested as I was to be a part of that whole "let's get together for lunch and cook something special" (well, not by you of course because you were totally unhelpful the whole time enjoying tv time), I thought I could just get it over and done with and head back to sleep further. All was good and stuff and I kept it all in.

And then you check your phone at the end of the day and receive a text that says "I'm disappointed by you"

Then what was earlier for? All thankful and smiles? And suddenly I've done something wrong? How much of a hypocrite can one get?

As much as I already hate myself for being in this state, you didn't have to make me hate me more.

It's painful as it is.