Guess it's my turn again

to my aunt. I don't care if paupau lives or dies? FUCK YOU lady! You blow up and don't come for months at a time, and I DON'T CARE!? And don't you DARE use my grief over my nanny to make me feel like shit, you bitch.

to my father, who after 13 years calls out of the blue and tells me he wants to see me, and then doesn't show up on the day he's supposed to. I've already got one parent who stays in my life out of admitted guilt, I don't need another anyway.

to the bitches who call into work and degrade me for having a southern accent. This happens ALOT, and I've never been ashamed of talking with a drawl until I started this job.

to hypomania. I finally get a name for what I've got, and I'm more miserable then before. And fuck the doctors for expecting me to take anti-psychotics.
And finally, a big, hardy

to my family. Thank you so much for making me feel ashamed of who I am, and making me feel like shit because I want to move out. You're all good for nothing assholes who have wasted your lives and can't stand to see anyone thriving.
Alright, I feel better
