Back to Brasil… but I am stuck here on an archipelago of aging old coots who won’t be alive for more than one or two years, forced and harassed by government to pay for pension and not having enough to buy a plane ticket out.

Yet recently for this year's Golden Week the one who birthed me and I am legally obliged to call "mom", got from her new boyfriend a truck driver, a week travel to Brasil to live like those vloggers, she demanded I lend my suitcase I never got to debut and she gonna debut it because I am not in the mood to hear hissy fits of a spoiled brat who is now a 50 something hag, whilst I'm stuck here dealing with mini her which I am obliged to call a sister, and a alcoholic husk that is developing dementia and got now high blood pressure I am supposed to call "father" who hasnt gotten this divorce officialized and screams in his phone in drunken tirades loud that the entire apartment hears.

I feel like Danny Archer.. 'cept instead of Africa, I'm never gonna leave Asia… 😢