I was born to regret it

uniqueWhen you have to realize (again and again and again) that you and your own family have nothing in common.
You can’t even have a three line conversation, you can’t even eat the same food.
And you feel like a mutant, but also feel you are kind of superior, and then you feel guilty because of it, then you think they feel the same (well, the same from their point of view, so it’s actually the opposite), so fuck themselves.
And your grandparents openly prefer your redneck (male) cousins, ’cause you are just a useless single (spinster) who has a Master in an incomprehensible discipline (bluestocking) and crown all! who doesn’t eat meat (crazy).
When the love is stirring around your DNA…
Maybe I’m adopted…


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