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I hate storms. I know this isn't like a life traumatic thing but a confession is a confession I suppose. I hate them so much. Just rain, I'm fine with. Add thunder and lightning into the mix and leave me out of it. I just wanna crawl into a corner and shut it all out. I can't do that because 1. My kid gonna look at me like wtf mom. 2. Spiders tend to like corners so...no. So I've headphones on and just waiting for it to go away. The new black out curtains are helping at least.

I really need to get back on my meds.

I wish I could work harder and get the grades I need.

*has a low blood sugar/need to eat something issue/feel cold* Eh nty not hungry.

I am very sick and very tired of people telling me what I can or can not do, or can or can not say about the death of my step-father.
He was the only father I ever had, so leave me to grieve in my own way; regardless of how distasteful YOU find my jokes or words.
My little sister, his biological daughter, and my mother, his wife, do not have issues with hoe I treat his death; so why the hell do you think you have that right?
When my mom or sister come to me and say I have gone too far, that is when I will stop and rethink my choices. Until then, you can shut the hell up and let me live my live.

PS: Get a sense of humor cos my jokes are funny, if a little macabre.