He had a whole ass second family and now his ashes live with my mother and I.

It’s also that I wake up remembering I was 16 when my mother gave me the phone and told me my “gift” is to choose when she died because the vet told me she was dying on my birthday.

and I’m living with said woman again because her boyfriend is a bastard.

Seriously, I’ll take $20 for my husband to have a better wife than me because at some point he’s going to see me die in return.

And I mean, like, I barely turned 20 by the time I was making these.

I want a forest. I want a moment where I can step outside and feel cold and at peace.

Instead, I’m stuck serving the drunk. The gamblers. The outsiders who think I’m easy pickings until I’m tired again.

What happened in Vegas should’ve died as a child, but was forced to live and suffer…