This is not a new revelation but I just thought I record it down to let the world (yes, the four people that read this) what a heartless little bastard I am. The happiest day of my life was when the Pig died. It was such a huge relief to finally come out of his shadow and be able to just do whatever I want in my life and in my own home. But that also marked the saddest day of my life because the Pig left me his legacy and his fucking wife. I don’t know what else I can say. I really don’t know. I refuse to be a good child and follow the right way it is to maintain whatever little or much he left. It’s like, you know if you walk that way, you will suffer but you still do walk down that road. I don’t know when it was that I developed such a defense mechanism. Whatever they wanted me to do, I just can’t and will do something else to piss them off. For the record, I was a very very very obedient child when I was in school. This is really the truth, despite what the Pig may have thought. I was a very neat child but now my room is like a fucking earthquake zone and I don’t claim it’s a organised mess, it’s just a fucking mess that I can never find anything in it. I refuse to learn anything about investment and to grow my assets because I just don’t want to. Just a stubborn little child that will suffer later. I wonder whether I’m already paying my dues via this crazy bitch.