Brian and my mom are so cool. They found out I smoke cause they got a live show of my chat with EJ last night, and they literally don’t care at all so long as I’m being responsible about it and safe. Man. I am still so embarrassed though.
So thats one way of Brian finding out I smoke.
“I think one of the neighbors had beef with my mother. Because one day when my mom went to the store, and left us alone for just a few minutes, child services came and took us away. My sister and I got split up. I got sent to a group home. It was like a prison— everybody there was looking out for themselves. I’d call my mother and cry on the phone but she’d just say she was sorry, and there was nothing she could do, and she was trying. After a few months, my sister and I got moved into a foster home. Our foster mother was this old lady named Ms. Elizabeth. She let our mother come visit us even though she wasn’t supposed to. And she took us to church and prayed with us, and every Sunday she’d cook us a huge dinner and completely deck out the table like it was Thanksgiving. It was like some movie shit. We’d never had anything like that before. Even when we moved back with our mother, we would alway visit Ms. Elizabeth up until the time she passed away.”
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I’m really really casual about my injuries and things, and everyone gets super worried but I always just end up laughing and being like ‘hey if i die well i mean whatever’. It drives my mom nuts.
Going to have to spend the next 24 hours awake, so i am going to need somebody to talk to way late at night so I don’t pass out and die.
All sorts of fucked up.
Have to play the waiting game right now, see if I have a concussion.