I spend my whole day going myself outside of my comfort zone to please strangers, no, mom, I don’t want to fucking have breakfast with my brother’s new girlfriend. I don’t care. I don’t want to get up early before a full retail shift to pretend to be besties with a stranger. I want to be half naked and grumpy in my own house, alone, eating cereal, up at a normal hour before work. Like a normal person.

But then again I could use the opportunity to tell her what a horrible person my brother is and to run, run as far as she can