who are these people that call themselves my immediate family? i haven’t known them for years, yet I am somehow expected to care about them and talk to them of meaningful family ties once a year or less, mostly less / is this pity, is this obligation? it all feels so empty to me … how can they love someone they don’t even know, nor took the time to ever truly see?

well, fuck it and you … i am going to do something that does truly mean something … i’m going to go paint a pretty fuckin’ picture … cuz it’s worth more than you now … even in my deepest sympathy …