I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for not being your puppet.

I'm sorry for not waltzing over and catering to your every demand.

I'm sorry for not treating you like the fucking god you think you are.

You know what? You were always like this, but you didn't use to be a coward. Monstrous and ugly as it was, I think it was less disgusting when you dared to face me down. Then again, back then I was a kid and you were still the huge blemish on the face of the earth that you are today.

So yeah, maybe it was downright despicable all along.

Let's put it simply and lay it all out.

I don't enjoy your company. You think I'm a disgrace to your ancient bloodline. I think you're a prick. Not saying that there's a possibility that you aren't you know. We've been coexisting peacefully for the past few months because you've been leaving me the fuck alone. Maybe part of leaving me the fuck alone means I spend christmas eve alone. I've already told everyone else about it weeks back. I'm sorry if you didn't get the memo.

Just think a little, there is no way in the highest fuck that I would decide to go with you on a stupid trip to fucking malaysia and get

1. Car sick

2. Bored

3. sick of your company

I preferred to stay the shit out of your way and not be an eyesore to you, so why the fuck are you not appreciating that?

bitch.

I don't care that you gave my brothers two hundred dollars to spend that fucking day and that I'm two hundred dollars poorer in that sense because I'm fucking happier.

I am fucking happier okay.

A day without your intolerable presence is something worth forsaking 200 ringgit worth of clothes/food/gifts for.

So fine.

You want to make me pay for that?

And arrange a confrontation every week?

This is not going to end well.

But whatever you think it is, I'm not fucking kowtowing to you.

So get ready for the fight of your life.

There's going to be hell to pay.

Fuck you.

Merry Christmas, spawn of the devil.