somehow or another, people have already had a setting as to how their lives should be pictured. If only, as glamorous as Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's. To run away from a hickey life into being a mafia power mistress in the midst of beautiful New York. With her bare apartment and her Cat. I never get bored watching Breakfast at Tiffany's. It wasn't just about him and his mistress and their subsequently falling in love with each other, but also her. She already had an idea of how her life was to be. Under the sky of 60s New York. To me it looks like heaven. Romance is there in my head when I envision a life but sometimes, its just me standing alone and I love it. The women in my family are a bit screwed though. They think life is incomplete without a man to be controlled. And when all else fails in controlling or forcing, then its time for the assault. Honestly, its disgusting the way they fall over themselves driving themselves mad for a guy. Its so...unclassy. My mother would immerse herself in hatred then go on and on about my father. Maybe her childhood, or her brain but I could never understand it. And she, she never understood me either. We're world's apart and mind's apart. Sometimes she tries to control me, but it never works on me. I just stand on my own two feet and I don't need anyone, unlike her. What makes me, the person she calls stupid, selfish, unable to care for oneself and a million other things be able to care for myself on my own unlike her who needs to stab everyone in the back. She's living with a cousin of mine and a few days ago my brother told me she called her dumb behind her back, dumb and unsuccessful. What makes a person turn on her dependents? You don't bite the hands that give you emotional comfort. Well, the truth is, they all do, stab each other in the back, thats why they're the Witches of Eastwick. Its so petty it seems like they live in primitive jungles pardon the pun it seems there even are more very classy very elegant tribespeople then my mother and her family. Maybe its because they're kampong people? But I've met very classy and very well-mannered kampong people too. So I guess its just them, carnal. They wouldn't even understand half of what I type here. Thus, their stupidity and plebeianic brains could function. I suppose I'm angry and sad when everybody else has a nice family, and the other family I should have had my mother stopped us from knowing and it seems they have a nicer, fuller life then their family. Riddled with drug addicts, family drama, stupidity, bad Islamic practices, low education. How can I be so blind to choose the rotten over the clean?
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