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Well hello everyone.
Let me be honest. My ups and downs are seeming more down than up lately. I'm sorry my sudden rage and writing rampage, you know, Garbage Month, petered out again. I'm just barely getting by.
Yesterday, my grandfather would have been 75. I was named after him. It really hit me hard this year; he's dead. He has been for almost 13 years. He won't meet my boyfriend, see our first apartment.
He won't see me get married.
He won't meet my children.
Morality is this super fickle thing and I've grown to hate it. I've grown to hate any god that would take away the rock of my family, and let us all fall apart into hateful words, and now - as it has been for a year I think - complete silence.
So I am pretty fucked up right now. My grandmother who no longer speaks to me or my family because of her new husband actually used to follow me on this account. She would read my first story, the Phantom of the Opera one.
If she's reading, hi Grammie. I really hope you're well. I'm sorry my plea for reconciliation didn't read right over text. I'm sorry that your husband wrote that letter, about me being too stupid to actually come out like that, so brutally honest to you, with my words.
And if the new husband is reading, fuck you you stupid thief, stealing everyone's fucking money, taking her away from us andwdkghejghfqwegperguj] reoefjgbdfj;rgb;elg
ANYWAY uh. Yeah. It's been rough. Hug your grandpas and grandmas for me today. Or if you can't maybe think about them for a little while.