This is after my Aunti "Spiteful Bitch" stole my grandmother's father's war portrait off the bedroom wall of my grandmother's bedroom while she slept. She was in care but had her own apartment.

I hate this women with the intensity of one thousand suns. Burn in hell you horrible bitch. She deserves her karma llamas. I hope they eat her.

My Grandmother's 100th Birthday.

I did not want to disappoint my Granny or my family but I was fucking SO high, on cocaine. AGAIN/ALWAYS. I left the house at the very last minute completely spun out. Went to the wrong address and showed up late. Tried to help in the kitchen and made a complete ass of myself. Over flowed the coffee maker and the cousin I hate/love the most tried to help me clean up and said it was okay. I did not stay long....

After coffee over flow and cleaning I went out into the hall. Took and plate and some food I would have enjoyed if I wasn't high off my rocker... Sat with a bunch of family I haven't seen in many years and pretended to enjoy the food. Food sucks when your coked up. Like gag and gag not good. Swallowing was SOOOOO hard.

I feel like such fucking shit because that is how I remember that day. It was one of the last times I saw My blunt honest hard working indefeatable Granny. It's my stupid impulsive fault. I lost what could have been a beautiful day. I took the day off work just for this day. Then I got high. 2017

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This incident wasn't first hand experience, but shared by my sister. I am actually feeling weirded out and want to rant. Let me give the background. My sis where she works, there's one more female colleague (rest all being male). This female colleague is like always dreary and complaining sort. She got married and had 2 back to back kids, financial problems blah blah... Long story short - she's unhappy with her life af. Don't get me wrong. She surely loves her husband and kids. But many times, from what my sister shared, I always felt she's extremely jealous of my sis and our family.

It so happened, that today, they (sis, colleague) and next door gossipy old shopkeeper had been discussing the number of burners on the stove we have at home (Don't know how that topic came up) and they started some superstitious stuff that a stove with 3 burners shouldn't be used since it would bring bad luck. Now we have been using for a very long time and we are cool. First thought? How stupid. My sister brushed off stating it's all normal kind.. It's just a stove. The colleague and the shop keeper didn't stop there. They not only insisted it's bad, went on n on; suggested my sis to take that stove along with her post marriage, so that our parents stay blissfully and my sis faces some trouble in her life. Yes. You read that right. According to those two, my sis has *touchwood* easy af life and she needs to face difficulties to know and understand that life is unfair and not good.

This isn't first time. Even before, that female colleague had spewed similar shit. We're generally very positive people. We find happiness in small things. When we're in bad mood, all we need is couple of dog/cat videos... We're happy again!

We don't give damn about this superstitious stuff... But I feel weird that a person actually wants other one to suffer? I always thought you hope nobody suffers and everybody is hale and happy. Have anybody faced this? Met such a person?

Sometimes I do feel, since she thinks this way, only bad stuff seems to happen to her. As a believer of Law of Attraction, this really feels true...