I despise you. You’re such a self-absorbed, good-for-nothing, lazy ass that’s not meant to be given any sort of respect, concern, or adoration. We have given you our understanding, our patience… and yet you continue to torture us with your twisted, atypical ways. I was not raised to be a chauvinist. However, people of your caliber make my blood boil white hot…

I hope this post puts some sense in your brain.

You’ve been different since you came back. You moved with such gentleness that was not expected of you at all, you sounded different, you dressed in such ways that I’ve never seen before. But I never hated you for these things. After all, we are of the same blood; you were still a member of the family. I showed empathy – it was expected of us all to sympathize with you.

But time flies by ever so quickly. You took a turn for the worst. You changed your personality to the horror of those around you, you began to get used to the attention everyone gives you, you lost your respect for the people who live with you, and you constantly tried to overpower beings who get in your way.

Grandma prayed, I hoped, and everyone waited. Yet you never changed. There have been numerous times that Dad and the Princess have given you pieces of their minds, yet you pretend like you haven’t heard anything at all. Those who tried to make a difference were even condemned for doing so. Mom has already given up on the thought of seeing you in a new light… I have given up, too. The womb that even bore you already accepted defeat. Everyone is now convinced that there is no hope for you.

I’m not mad at you because you’re different. I’m mad at you because of your vanity, your lack of respect, your indolence, your insensitivity, and your indifference. Everyone has tried to break you, yet you feign as if they’re not doing anything at all.

May He have mercy on your soul.