Bitchy: An Excerpt Into Madness

Careless.

I care not.

I hardly think about it.

It does not bother me.

I'm tired of trying to say so little.

Okay so.

Megan ate at my dads and she looked so fat that day and it really bugged me because I was trying to enjoy my dinner which I had splurged and decided to go against my usual diet of famine and nothingness so I went to get pizza from Father Joe's and they had this special three XL pies for like twenty bucks so I gave in to common sense(that manipulative fuck) and rescued these pies whilst carrying them home in a shitty car I bought myself because my parents don't love me. Believe me they know they don't love me because I tell them everyday. Anyways, Megan comes in with her pilfering, lazy mouth and asks if she can have a slice of my heaven. Reluctantly I said no but in comes my dad with his Mr. Chivalry attitude and low and behold she begins to eat his chili which is made with beans- LOTS OF THEM. Hint hint- unleash the KRAKEN! So now I'm in the middle of my own pity party when Megan begins to flatulate which sounds an awful lot like the dying breaths of the last world war! Needless to say I cussed her out in my dad's living room and she has not stopped crying in the only bathroom since. So now I am alone because my father is trying to coax her out with the promise of dessert but in truth I'm sure he really needs to release his own bile upon the porcelain that weeps. Nothing is sacred in this house except for the upside down cross and my indulgence to softcore porn.