May 22, 2013

  • Upset

    I was half way out the door when my cousin, Sean Paul came over. He’s the one who robbed a McDonalds and is facing jail time. He started crying saying he will be sentenced in two weeks and at the very least will be serving three and a half years. My heart kind of broke. I do not like thieves but at the same time he’s my little cousin, we grew up together and he used to be a good kid. He said he’s scared of going to prison and doesn’t know if he will be able to survive. His girlfriend is also expecting a baby in October so the kid won’t even know his father til he’s three. It’s just a really shitty situation. I eventually had to leave because I really needed to see my doctor, which is where I am now. I told my supervisor that I would come in after the appointment, but I kind of just wanna stay home. I’m angry and sad. Everything’s been snowballing this month, I’ve had a lot of good times, but it’s like lately all I have to do is lick my finger, stick it in the air and shit sticks to it.