Happy Flawless 4th Of July (Sarcastic Flawlessness)

Unlike My Last Few Posts, Wich Are Rather Long. This One Wont Be Nearly Half The Size. In Previous Posts I’ve Explained My Family And How They Simply Cannot Stand Me For Reasons No One Can Seem To Explain.

My Father, Wanted Me To Spend Independence Day With Him. Me And My Mum Are Very Limited In Funds And Weren’t Able To Do Anything Anyways, And My Mum Encouraged Me To Go. I Did, And It Went Just As Expected.

I Hadn’t Been To My Pop’s In Years. I’m Not Comfortable There. Take That Times About A Billion And You Understand How I Feel Around The Rest Of My Family. He Wanted To Go To My Grandmothers, As Did My Little Brother. I Didn’t Want To Be That Person Holding Them Back From Going But I Certainly Wasn’t Going Somewhere That Had Previously Been Made Perfectly Clear Hasn’t Wanted Me.

My Father, Underminding Everything I Do, Nagging About Everything I’ve Ever Failed On, Making Fun Of Everything I Believe In And Completely Putting Down Everything About Me As Usual I Was Fed Up – Wanted To Go Home. I Couldn’t Get Ahold Of My Mum So I Started Walking. From My Dad’s To My Brothers Where Me And Me Mum Are Staying, Wich Is The Next City Over. About 16 Miles. I Was Prepared To Walk The Distance As I Had Before, But It Was The Things That Had Happened To Me On The Way That I’m Sharing With You.

I Had Begun Walking And It Was Fine, I Mean My State Being At 91 Degrees In Mid-afternoon Wasn’t So Thrilling But It Wasn’t Horrible. It Wasn’t Until I Was About 1 Mile Into The Walk That The Problems Began. Some Guy Drove Past Me In His Truck And Screamed “Do The World A Favor And Just Not Wear Shorts. Shit It’s Like A Quake Everytime You Step.” That Made Me Feel Horrible As I’ve Struggled With Weight For A Long Time. But I Was Use To Fat Jokes. It Was When He Drove Back By Me Again And Threw A Soda At Me That I Felt Such A Genuine Sadness Flow Over Me.

All I Could Do Was Continue To Walk, Now Soaked And Sticky. Got A Little More Up The Road And Another Guy In A Car Threw A Fire Cracker At Me. Just My Luck My Tits Caught It, It Blew Up In My Bra And Burned Me Pretty Badly. Scared The Shit Out Of Me Causing Me To Unvolenterilly Jump Into Ongoing Traffic And I Was Almost Hit By A Dodge Durango.

By That Point I Was Fed Up With The Walk And Wanted To Just Call My Mum And Flip Shit, But One More Person Came By. And This Last Person Shot A Duel Bottle Rocket At Me. My Mum Had Gotten To Me Shortly After, But I Was In Tears, Burned In Several Places And Covered In Soda.

Why Are People So Cruel? And Why Does It Seem Like These Things Always Happen To Me?

Anyway, Thanks For Reading. Fair Wins – Anonymous.