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Dear Julie,
I'm not mad at you or anyone who we live around matter of fact. I'm mad at myself. I can't fucking work on our book or my personal books. My brain is all fucked up and I can't do this at the moment. I'll keep writing and make it seem like I'm okay, but I'm really not. My family is dropping like flys, my aunts are being bitches towards us, and there is no respect in this world anymore. No ones safe, even with their own family. I love you all I'm just stressed and sad.