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(Part 3)
           In November, my mom got a call saying that her father was passing and almost within a couple hours my dad gets a call that his mother passed a week prior in West Virginia. On the day of my grandma on my dad's side's funeral, my mother gets a call from California that grandpa passed. I'm going to funerals back to back but I told myself 'finish this semester strong and mourn later' which in hindsight wasn't my smartest choice. By the time my finals week came up my nana got put in the hospital. I had been visiting her almost every day when I drove back from school. I would go up there and she would be so sick that she couldn't readily recognize me but I still just sit with her or nap with her. When she got admitted to the hospital my mom, dad, sister and I stayed by her bedside and only left for work, school, or to get a change of clothes. I was literally sleeping at the hospital, waking up to rush to school to take my finals, and racing back(I know not one of my smartest choices). We eventually took her off of life support and I went to tell my boss I probably wouldn't be mentally stable to come to work. Her response:'I already took you off the schedule from your no-call no-show last week.' Mind you, she's talking about the Saturday before my finals that I asked to have off a week in advance and she said she understood. Nana ended up passing on the 10th of December. Definitely, the most depressing Christmas yet. And to end the year off with a bang, I was on my way to my psychiatrist when my car starts overheating and just completely stops. I struggle to get the car home, missing my appointment(which took a month to back on schedule) all to be told that my car is totaled. And I think that's everything from start to finish. If you made it this far, Thank you for listening and letting me trauma dump.

(Part 2)
          That's what my nana got for Mother's day, a broken hip. My household struggled to move her to a new nursing home and manage her visits because of work and school but I would at least see her once a week. It would have been easier if my uncle or any of his 12 kids came to help or just visit. Nana's health declined and we couldn't get her to get better. Mid-summer got a little better I finally felt motivated to register for my fall classes, and I signed up for a lot hoping to raise my GPA little did I know that this was going to be the worst Fall I ever had. September rolls around, schools going pretty alright, my anti-depressants and doing really good but my birthday comes up. For some odd reason, this was the day that one of my cousins decided to get some feelings off his chest and tell my mom that she is 'nothing but drama' and 'he's okay with never speaking to her again'. "Why did he say that?" I hear you asking. He said this to his aunt that has thrown him and his twin brother a birthday party every year, loaned him money whenever he needed it, and let him stay with us when he was in between homes because she said she felt excluded from his baby shower planning. I was pissed, and if we were disrespecting parents then let I was gonna air all my uncle's dirty laundry out there. I ended up making a public Facebook post telling the world how it was September and nana broke her hip in May and none of her grandchildren nor her son came to check on her. She was in surgery and my uncle literally just didn't care. The 'fam' obviously didn't like the post and quickly resorted to threats and harassment. So now I'm getting unknown calls from my cousins and the crackhead baby momma, yay.  My sister told me to block them, so I did. One thing all this arguing has taught me is that crackhead mentality is never gonna make sense to me because I'm not a crackhead.

(Part 1)Full detail of what the hell happened:
          Covid really fucked with my mental and I had always suffered from depression but it was never as bad as it was then. I literally was waking up every day wanting to die and could not give anyone a reason as to why I felt that way. I ended up gaining 70 pounds and I was just at my lowest. Around this time is when my mom took in two babies to help my god sister because her 2 kids were found with 22 broken ribs collectively, 14 being on the 11-day-old and the rest on the 11-month-old. Needless to say, CPS was on her ass and she couldn't give anyone a straight reason as to how the injuries happened. Her mom called mine to ask for help and of course, we said yes because they were 'family'. We were only supposed to keep them at our house, baby momma was supposed to come over and take care of her kids but didn't. In the end, we had them for about 3-4 weeks and it got tiring trying to help the baby momma more than she was helping herself and CPS was now coming at us so it just wasn't safe for us to keep the babies. We didn't know if they'd try to say we did something to hurt the babies or not and the disrespect from baby momma became so much that we ended up having to give up the babies. We were blamed of course and this started an argument where baby momma's brother threatened to fight my dad, send 'tweakers'(whatever that is) to our house, and shoot up our house. Ever since that argument happened I have been getting unknown calls and just recently my best friend was followed home from my house all the way to his. By the time mother's day came around I literally starting to think about just ending it all and my mom noticed so she sent me to an emergency mental health center. It only made me feel worse because I felt like I ruined my mom's Mother's day. Things only got worst, my parents picked me up from the center and we rushed over to my nana's nursing home because they dropped her and broken her hip.

Hey, y’all!! I’m super sorry about the two-year hiatus. To give you a short version of why, I was diagnosed with depression and while I was working on improving my mental state, some family friends and my household got into an argument after that fight I have been stalked by them to this day. I got into a pretty nasty argument with my biological family on my birthday which pretty much broke my family apart. After that, my household was hit with 3 major family deaths, my grandfather and both grandmothers. Needless to say, school was shitty and so were my grades. I ended up losing my job because my boss forgot my finals week and scheduled me anyway. And to top it all off, my car broke down the same week. So, yeah, I’m hanging on by a thread. I will write out in full detail what happened for those who are interested. 
          
          I will be updating Don’t Leave Me and Just Friends slowly over the year. My main goal is to finish that book and get some more smuts and imagines out to y’all! I have also been writing a zombie book in my free time and will be posting it once I’m caught up with the rest of my work.
          
          Thank you for being patient and once again I’m so sorry for falling off the face of the earth with no warning. I love you all so very much. Thank you for your support and 400 followers! 
          
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Author nim can you update on just friends please 

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Sorry y’all! Yes I’m still alive lol. I’m in my second week of classes and have been really busy but, I plan to have some chapters written for FRIENDS and BTS Smuts. Don’t Leave me will be written up I promise. Again, super sorry about leaving y’all and thank you for your support. 
          
          
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Urm I Have A Question.Have"Monster Under My Bed" Finished?Is It The End?I Really Love Reading It.If It's The End Then I Would Like To Ask For A Season 2

Is everything okay, author-nim?
          Will you ever update Don't leave me or do you stopped writing it?