to get out of this place. as I think back to the days when I was younger, I can't help but to think how much I hated my life back then because I had a tyrant for a step dad, and a wuss for a mom. Yes, my mom and I aren't on speaking terms, hell we don't communicate at all. My aunt once told me that she was crying one time because she thought that I was dying or some bullshit that my younger sister told her about me dying. Funny how she wants to cry when she thinks I'm dying when she could've let her stupid boyfriend go and stick to her kids, but no. So now, after 20 some odd years or so she wants to cry. After throwing me out the house when I was 17 years old she wants to cry. I think it's laughable that she's doing that becuase now it doesn't matter, maybe when I was 17, I could have redeemed her, but I think it's too late so whatever.
The only thing I can say is that I'm out for SELF...nobody has ever helped me except for my adopted family, whom I adore to death because My boy's mom and dad were truly the parents I wanted, even if they weren't exactly the lovey dovey types(as my boy describes it), atleast they behaved around me. I've always been by myself and I continue to be by myself, I have no kids and I have no responsibilities except for my rent and my job and my other utilities, as well as my education that I'm still working on getting. I'm not trying to live the american dream, I'm trying to rape that bitch and mold it into my own liking. I don't need no white picket fences, that's a pipe dream and everybody who isn't a boomer baby knows this bullshit is a fallacy.
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