Slendeez Nuts

~Chapter 1~

I turned off my fall out boy, my chemical romance (and other emo bands) playlist and walked downstairs to see my mother sitting on a pentagram with multiple dead babies and four bottles of Brandy beside her. But I am used to this. My life sucks a$$. I have insomnia and PTSD and depression and anxiety and OCD and DID and Autism and ADHD and ADD and also emo so I am a minority.

I snuck into the pantry and grabbed some dry ramen noodles. I guess this is what my lunch is today. I should probably cook them but wutever. I shouldn't get 2 close to my mom when she was in this state. She goes a bit cray cray sometimes. She doesnt evem care about me when she was busy with her satanist and bad mom sh!t. I hate her soooooooooooooooooooooooo much.

When I got back upstairs to my bedroom the size of a broom closet I called my bestie sarah. She was the only good thing in this world, and she wasn't even that great. She always busy with her boyfriends or "GiRlFrIeNdS" (I say it like that bc gays aren't real. They are a myth created by the liberals.) When Sarah didn't pick up the phone, tears welled up in my eyes. I knew I couldn't trust her! She was at her grandmas funeral, but I knew gthat was a lie! She was prolly kissing girls or whatever lesbos do idk.

After an hour of me crying and me having a panic attack, she called back. "Sry gurll, I wuz @my Gmas fun-ral. She died bc she saw my bros thirst tiktoks' lmao" I start crying "You didn't answer *sniffles* why I needed u most girl". Theres an awkward sillence for about 69 seconds. "Sry I gots 2 go" she says. I start to speak but the line goes dead (just like her "grandma"). I bet she chose her girlfriend over me .