So I got a letter from my State Representative congratulating me for getting my degree.
Thing is, that was a year ago. My aunt pocketed that mail, opened it and put it in a ziplock bag with a bunch of other s**t and I'm only just finding it today.
Not that surprising, coming from a druggy piece of s**t like her. It's just funny how even when she's trying to make piece right now, you can still find remnants of her being a deplorable, disgusting piece of human garbage laying around. It's definitely all lip service. Especially the phrasing she uses in those 'apologies'. It's all about her, always has and always will be.
I love her son. He's such a cool dude and I'm glad he's my cousin. But I feel like I can't talk to him because if I do I'm going to heavily rip into is druggy, abusive mom at some point and he'd stick up for her and just sour the whole thing. What a ********' mess that tweaker b***h has created.
I don't know why I keep having to put up with this s**t. I want to be freed or to just die already. This isn't living. This is just existing to exist. While surrounded by people that don't give a ********. God damn it.
God. Damn. It.
********. Kill. Me.