Letter to an insect

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It is funny when insects try to make comebacks to bite, and they don't really have much arguments.

Lady Death:

You live in EL CARAJO, so spare me your drama. Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one. You don't like mine, don't read it. Your lazy ass gave me enough proof of what to expect from you, who you are and how small your mind and aspirations are. You wanted a man to carry YOU around as a little pampered princess, you got him and that's great... Just beware of showing off your true colors so easily, life has a nice way of coming back at you.

Spare me your martyr speech: You have made no sacrifices, you make choices based on convenience. This from the same person that vented of how much she cared about her brother, about how she would take care of him no matter what... It was easy saying that when he was in a hospital, with your family as an audience. But it has been me all this time who has taken care of him, because I care. You gave a roof because your family gave you no other choice... And the roof is not yours anyway... thanks to your mother's disability you got a good apartment, and absentmindedly let go of it. Now the roof which is not your house, really, belongs to someone on whom you depend for everything... So much for being so independent, so much for venting so much brain, so much skill, so much smarts...

You waste youth, you waste a degree that you got for nothing (as you are not even interested in working), and in the shit you are in you drag your mother and Steve without taking them into account in anything. Bravo! It will be interesting to see when you wake up an smell the coffee...

Steve is a burden for you? He has never been a burden for me. He is family to me. While you gave blah blah, I did many sacrifices for him. And still do. I offered my house, it is HIM who has a problem with Anthony and so HE declined, so you know what to do with your words. If you have PMS or are having a bad day, take your shit on someone else, not on someone who even helped you giving you shelter, food, good advice, and even clothing... and you dared to bite badly. For hating hypocrites, you are damn good at being one.

La-la-la