I hate my neighborhood. It’s filled with rich snobby beautiful people.
My hatred for them doesn’t consume me,
it’s merely an annoyance that rises to the surface whenever I am home.
These people I’ve known all my life and still can’t stand, it’s a breath of fresh air that none of us go to the same university but breaks such as summer and winter we’re all STILL in the same area, as if I can run away to New York all I want but still my parents house is close to theirs…and by default at times I am still close to them…which I loathe.