“Life is so tough, isn’t it, gattina? Such a hardship to be so spoiled.”
“And that’s the fucked-up part, isn’t it?” she cuts in. “I know. I am spoiled. I never had to learn to drive. I never had to learn to cook or how to fold my own clothes. I never once had to worry about learning a life skill or a trade because why would I ever, in a million years, need to work for a living? And that is a prison in itself. It feels like I’m stuck at the top of a bell tower, hidden away, and never let out to see the light. If you can’t see that, if you’re not capable of empathizing, then I don’t know why I’m even talking.”