I have no idea why, but I feel especially antsy tonight. My body refuses to shut down so I'm just stalking family members on Facebook just to see if they're as miserable as me.
SPOILER ALERT: They're not.
I keep thinking about the Richards Klan (like I said in my previous post...possible KKK affiliation)...particularly my siblings. I no longer feel anything for Norman, the man who screwed and impregnated my mother. However, but I still feel a few strings attached to Sean and Hallie, not to mention my late brother Steven (died in a car accident due to seizure), who I visit on an irregular basis. Despite Sean calling me a crazy bitch when I openly said on Facebook Norman Richards was a horrible man who already lost two of his kids (Steven and I), I still think what if...I still wonder what would happen if he actually accepted me as a family member. I just hate being the only child when I have THREE (or who knows how many holes Norman has plugged up) siblings!
Why can't I be apart a family that accepts me?
Fuck my REAL family doesn't accept me...no wonder I'm a juggalette. I have 50,000 "fam" members who would have my back.
All because one man 24 years ago looked at me as a baby and decided, "Nope...that didn't come from MY seed."
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