People only talk to me/are ‘friends’ with me/etc because they see the clothes I wear, that I’m skinny, how I talk, how my appearance is basically, and they are only near me because they think I’m rich and oh my gosh no one has any idea how hilarious I find this
I have about twenty dollars to my name, it’s been that way for a month and before that there wasn’t much money at all. Like no I’m not rich, I have no money, these are my sisters clothes, we share them, yeah you see that car I just got out of, that’s my parents car and no I don’t drive, they aren’t my ‘butler’, fucking hell.
Yo, you are fools for thinking I’m rich because I have nothing, I just know how to make cheap stuff look nice and I have a sister kind enough to combine both our wardrobes together into one, I have a supportive family even though they are constantly yelling in my ear to do something, they are finally realising how difficult it actually is these days for generations younger than them.
I still live at home because my parents told me to. They said as long as I do, the food, electricity, water, everything is free, as long as I contribute in someway and start doing something for myself. Because that’s what families DO. They support each other. They help each other. They don’t have ridiculous expectations for everyone else. So I clean the house every week two-three times, I look after the dogs, I help around when I’m asked and even when I’m not asked, I stay out of their way, I shock them when I know something they thought I didn’t because they thought I wasn’t paying attention. I’m one of those quiet people who do what they are capable of at the time, who observe and listen and do what they are told and put my selfish ways aside because my family is all I’ve got. Yes they frown upon some of my decisions, modelling for instance, how I stopped doing it, yeah I enjoyed it, it’s just no one was actually supporting me when I did it, they were always telling me how to be (that being my family) and so I turned around and said if you want me to do something than help me and organise it yourself. Majority of the times when I ask for help with something to do with myself and a career/future it never goes further because people really don’t give a shit and don’t genuinely help me, whereas I actually help people and encourage them etc.
Just ugh. I am not rich, neither is my family. We aren’t that wealthy. We just know how to appreciate and look after the things we’ve got.
So if you come into my life expecting to come a cross a dysfunctional rich girl and family, well I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not one of those girls and my family isn’t like that. Just because we treat you with kindness and help you and give you things, does not mean that we aren’t actually struggling ourselves… Bleh.