And there it goes. Friggin people. Friggin useless people called family. If only they could cease to exist at the coming of age. They don't need to die, they just don't need to show up to my face. I also happen to be the most unimportant bag of scum in the household. And for that reason, I absolutely hate myself. I hate my days of vulnerability where I had to depend on other scum-dirt dolls for support. I still hate myself when I "need" support.
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January 2016
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