Me in 50 years
Last night, Alex and I went to Halloween Horror Nights (as we do every year) and had the night to ourselves. I was so excited about last night because for the first time in a while, we were actually alone. We had a great time screaming like idiots at fake monsters and eating shitty theme park food lol.
BUT at the very end of the night, while walking to the car, something happened that truly insulted me. We were minding our business heading back to the parking lot when I heard some guy behind me screaming, “DAMN, this WHITE BITCH is dating her brother, bro! How fucking sick is that?!” I didn’t really think anything of it at first, but when I turned around I noticed that he was talking to me. Him and his friend kept going on and on, laughing at me hysterically saying things like “I don’t give a fuck if she heard me, that’s nasty!”
I understand where he was coming from in the sense that Alex and I look alike. We have the same glasses and that’s usually what people notice first. Not a big deal to me. But the fact that I was referred to as a “white bitch” or just a bitch in general really pisses me off. I’m a fucking human being, not a piece of meat. If anyone I know referred to me as their bitch, I would rip their fucking throat out. That is so disrespectful.
The last thing I heard him say was, “I got six bitches on my dick right now. They all want me.”
Good fucking luck with that, dickwad. I hope you knock every single one of them up and have to give up your life savings because of child support.
I’m just waiting for someone to pull a voodoo doll of me out of their pocket with a dozen needles poked into it.
When will this fucking bad luck of mine end? I’m tired of being poked with needles by doctors, and having to leave work early because I’m on the verge of passing out, and limping around everywhere like an idiot because my toe is broken.
I miss my mom so much. She always knows what to do to make things better. I just want her to wake up and realize that what she has in front of her is toxic.
I want to be home.
Aubrey Plaza - Nylon Magazine - September 2014