I've noticed that, as of late, life just wants to shit on me.
First, my grandma dies, ending the easy point of my life and shoving me brutally into the real world.
I'm forced to move into a house with my sister, her husband, and two nieces.
Said husband slowly becomes a complete jackass towards me, pushing me hard to move out.
So my brother buys me a camper, and I move out of their place into it.
But I wind up sleeping on another brother's couch for a few months until it's set up.
They buy all kinds of goodies for them, seemingly forgetting I exist.
I finally get moved into my camper - around the same time it's too hot to stay in it.
I'm expected to sleep in a room that's about 90F with no way to cool off.
Then it gets cold, and my heater decides it wants to get fried and stop working.
I'm expected to sleep in a room that's about 25F-30F with no way to warm up.
Christmas hits, and my family wants nothing to do with me.
My Christmas day gets worse and worse, with various friends hating on me for various stupid reasons.
So now here I am, contemplating just vanishing from the face of the earth. Who would miss me? No one. Because no one cares anymore. All I am to them is a selfish child. So fine; this selfish child can just die for your happiness, everyone.
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25 Dec 2017 23:23 CET
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