Dear Oprah

I'm not a good person.
Yeah! I'm not!
Sometimes I just wish I could move to the moon, or Mars and be left alone.
People are tiring.
I'm really unhappy with my life this week. That's why I need to be submerged with work.
When I don't have a lot of work I think and when I think I'm not happy.
Even if I prayed a lot for work it didn't come and I think is not coming till the end of the day.
Tomorrow is my aunt 91st birthday and I don't want to go to the party.
There are several reasons but the most important one is that when my mom was sick they didn't care to come visit her.
Nobody came give me a hand.
Ever!
And my brother, he hasn't seen me since my mom died 9 months ago. He didn't make an effort to come see me or even to invite me to visit him.
Now he wants me to bring him tomorrow at the party an air conditioning he bought to my mom.
The only reason he wants to see me is because of the air conditioning.
Fuck him.
And fuck everybody.
I am not going.
I don't have to be nice to people that are not nice to me.