Yep. Long and short of it, I am abandoned.

I have no friends, no lover, nada.

Now I have to endure taking care of a person I absolutely despise because he is a legless cripple.

"Oh but he is your brother!".....no, he is not. I have no brother. He may share my blood but he is nothing but a criminal and a drug addict that finally had his fucked up past catch up to him.

"Oh you are doing such a good thing taking care of him!". No. I didn't choose it. I was literally going to work when my cunt of a mother called me and told me he was "staying for a couple of days" because he was nearly murdered and I can see why.

Now it's become "until he gets his next paycheck"....at the end of next month.

No, fuck that shit. I had no fucking say in any of it.

While I do not condone murder, I do at least understand why she went murder hobo and tried to kill him. He is insufferable.

I am very close to two things: deleting telegram and all social medias (no one talks to me anyways) and moving out, dropping all and everyone and let hell break loose.

As soon as my back heals (my hernia said hello) that is exactly what I will do. I will look for a cheap place I can afford and moving out.

I am deleting all family from my life. To my mother I have nothing but "sucker" tattooed to my forehead. And I am sick of it. And I am sick of her. Dying of cancer or not.

For the first time in my life I felt joy and happienss. Being alone made me happy. Not having to worry about anyone or anything was amazing to me. And she once again, didn't want to let her baby bird take off, and fucking threw a druggie rock at my wings.

Enough is enough.