Mark's Pages

Permanent stress, rooms full of people you feel uncomfortable with, family members with family expectations, a foreign world of traditions and rituals and ways of doing things which make no sense and haven't been explained, which make you feel alien and isolated, which force you into actions and performances you resent and are not allowed to decline.

She could help. Instead she sets you up for failure, deliberately, so that she can snicker and point fingers and "Hey everyone, look how stupid!", topped with that one special cherry she loves so well: "Honey, I love you," laughing gleefully, in a tone of sugared poison meaning in reality, Despite the obvious fact that you are the stupidest tit in the history of mankind.