I have porn open in another tab.
Not that it matters.
Hmmm. Parents. Excuse me as I describe them, I'm kinda sure all of my family hates me, so it may be a taaaaaaaaaaaaaad bit biased. oh and i refer to them in german i dunno why.
Mutti.
Ummm. I take a lot from her. I wish I didn't. She likes to tell me she hates me and that she doesn't want to be around me. But she's kind. Honestly, she is. Just because she hates me and I hate being around her doesn't change that. Her children come first, she hates liars, family is so super important, she encourages individualism and being able to stand up for yourself, and she got a job not to help pay for our house--vatti has a pretty impressive paycheck--but to buy things for her children. And she also likes looking too in-depth into things, trusts the internet more than me, doesn't like my friends or my habits and SUCKS at English. She's fluent. But she sucks.
Oh, she's also fat.
Vatti.
I dunno. Quiet. Businessman. Everytime I check, he's been promoted again. Loves me and my bruder's art. Too much. He's the only one in my family who listens to my anime songs. (He loves Pub and GO!) And we click over nerd things. Oh, God, he's a nerd.
He's fat, too.
Bruder.
I wish he liked me. Tall, pretty, funny, always looks stoned, brilliant, clever, conceptualistic, loves the little details and absurd things, and just amazing. If I wasn't related to him, I'd want to bang him. He hates me, though. Always makes fun of me, doesn't laugh with me anymore, doesn't miss me anymore, leaves the room when I walk in and just... Dislikes me. It sucks.
He's type O blood, which means he's Jesus. He's very bony and skinny, athletic and it's easy for him to date people. He makes the best jokes ever. I note on seeing a Pretzel shop and he says,
"Hey, yeah, so, what kind of pretzels do you sell?" "Pretzels? Sir, we sell spaghetti and bedsheets here."
And then I die. A lot of my jokes are his recycled ones.
My parents may love their child, but I'm sure they hate who their child is. Except for Tomas. He's just amazing. He got over $150,000 in scholarships last year. I can't even keep $30 in my bank account.
Fuck ME.
Hmmm. Parents. Excuse me as I describe them, I'm kinda sure all of my family hates me, so it may be a taaaaaaaaaaaaaad bit biased. oh and i refer to them in german i dunno why.
Mutti.
Ummm. I take a lot from her. I wish I didn't. She likes to tell me she hates me and that she doesn't want to be around me. But she's kind. Honestly, she is. Just because she hates me and I hate being around her doesn't change that. Her children come first, she hates liars, family is so super important, she encourages individualism and being able to stand up for yourself, and she got a job not to help pay for our house--vatti has a pretty impressive paycheck--but to buy things for her children. And she also likes looking too in-depth into things, trusts the internet more than me, doesn't like my friends or my habits and SUCKS at English. She's fluent. But she sucks.
Oh, she's also fat.
Vatti.
I dunno. Quiet. Businessman. Everytime I check, he's been promoted again. Loves me and my bruder's art. Too much. He's the only one in my family who listens to my anime songs. (He loves Pub and GO!) And we click over nerd things. Oh, God, he's a nerd.
He's fat, too.
Bruder.
I wish he liked me. Tall, pretty, funny, always looks stoned, brilliant, clever, conceptualistic, loves the little details and absurd things, and just amazing. If I wasn't related to him, I'd want to bang him. He hates me, though. Always makes fun of me, doesn't laugh with me anymore, doesn't miss me anymore, leaves the room when I walk in and just... Dislikes me. It sucks.
He's type O blood, which means he's Jesus. He's very bony and skinny, athletic and it's easy for him to date people. He makes the best jokes ever. I note on seeing a Pretzel shop and he says,
"Hey, yeah, so, what kind of pretzels do you sell?" "Pretzels? Sir, we sell spaghetti and bedsheets here."
And then I die. A lot of my jokes are his recycled ones.
My parents may love their child, but I'm sure they hate who their child is. Except for Tomas. He's just amazing. He got over $150,000 in scholarships last year. I can't even keep $30 in my bank account.
Fuck ME.