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Yesterday my Grandma, on my dad's side, ended up going into the hosptail again. It's the same thing that it was two years ago. It don't help that she's still smoking. My dad said that she is on a ventalitor and knocked out. I'm not going to go see her. It's nothing against her but when I know someone is in the hosptial and hooked up to something I can't go to see them. That's because of when my cousin, Wendall, was int he hosptial and he was hooked up to all sorts of stuff. I can't deal with that.

I'm nerevous about my other Grandma because I'm not talking to my mom or my uncle right now so I don't know how she is doing. It sucks that I don't know what's going on with her. I guess I can call over there every once in awhile to see how she is doing.

The reason I'm not talking to my mom or my uncle is because they only know that I'm alive when they want something. That something is usually to borrow money and then they are going to yell at me and be pissed when I tell them no. That's not the way you are suppose to treat someone if you want them to do you a favor. I'm still waiting for my mom to give me back the $50 from the one time I was stuipd enough to let her borrow money. Both of them have a gambling problem and need help. That's not the way family is suppose to be. My mom needs to get a job. I don't even like going over to my mom's house because I don't like how I'm treated there. That's more my mom then anything. She is one of those people that is a germ freak and she needs to get that taken care of too. She treats me like I'm an animal and not a human. I can't even sit on the couch, I have to sit on the floor when I go over there. I think that is so stuipd. When my mom and I were talking I hated to go over there and rarely did. I only went over there when she made me feel guilty about not going over there which was only like once a month.

Then yesterday my Aunt Kathy was a total bitch to me. I know that the stuff was going on with my Grandma but she don't have to be like that. She don't even know me. If she don't like me that's fine with me because the feeling is mutal. If you are not going to have enough respect for me and be nice to me when I'm around you don't even talk to me at all. I'm not going to cry because some piece of fat shit that don't even know didn't say HI to me.

One last thing, how do people know my business when I don't even talk to them on a regaul basis. This nothing against my Aunt Michelle but yesterday she was on the porch smoking and I go to check the mail for my unemployment check and she asks me what am I doing now since I left the airport. I told her that I didn't leave the airport and that I got fired. I told her I was looking for a job and getting unemployment.

And some people think I have this perfect life. It's far from perfect.

posted by musicfreak10578 @ 9:33 AM