Chloé

Suppose you had a mother, but this mother was a little unstable, couldn’t feed you, and happened to be a religious fanatic.

Suppose you moved to your dads, and everything was as close to great as you’ll ever come. You encouraged him to date, and eventually encouraged him to marry.

Suppose you had a step mother, who treated you well enough to pass as a hopeful replacement mother figure.

Suppose you had a sister, who lived under the house, was excluded from the family, had unfair blame placed on her, was never served enough at dinner time, and was in tears everynight about how ill she was treated, so she decided to leave.

Suppose you held your stepmother responsible for being seperated from your sister, so your stepmother just held you responsible for everything.

Suppose it’s easier to hate someone than to make ammends.

Suppose tension grows and grows and grows over a long period of time spent alone in a room, because being alone is better than being with them.

Suppose you leave for 3 weeks and take refuge with a friend, allowing your dad and stepmother time alone to work things out

Suppose 4 months pass

Suppose you can not return home, because you are not wanted there.

Suppose your stepmother has converted the few relatives you have, to the belief that you are a drug addict, and responsible for your father’s marriage failure.

Suppose your grandparents won’t be in the same room as you

Suppose your mother keeps a polite distance

Suppose your father is a coward

Suppose everyone from your childhood believes you’ll die at armageddon

Suppose your stepmother stole your single cherished possession

Suppose the same song has being sung for 10 years, and its getting boring.

Suppose the only person in your family like you, died 15 years ago.

Suppose that going to university, going to work, and smiling when people greet you is just about all you can handle.

Suppose that you’re considering not leaving your room, becasue a slight glitch in your day could equal an emotional breakdown

Suppose your job won’t give you enough hours to pay some amount of board to clear your conscience.

Suppose that when shit piles to a certain level, than things just don’t bother you anymore.

 You know, I’ve spent most of my single life (Like most people) thinking, “I’m going to find my perfect partner, who likes my outfits, dances stupid and has some amount of witt. But then… you spot someone at a club, who you think (naively) is quite smart, and in your mind they obviously fit the before mentioned criteria. But then you start dancing, and no no no no NO!

I’ll just leave it there, lets keep this blog PG, but seriously… I had a weird night last night…

Accouting does few things in this world. Debits and Credits and Accured Revenues, Expenses, Balance Sheets, Income Statements, Assests = Liabilities + Owner’s Equity. I mean do businesses really give a shit about this stuff?

Can’t these millionaires go home from their very hard days thinking, “Well, logically, the amount of deals/ customers/ products/ etc that I processed today = profit”

“Profit= Good”

“I shall not pester Chloe anymore with these snore-worthy methods of repeting the same things 4596749754957945749574957 times.”

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898765432 = nonsense.