I've had a girlfriend, Joanie Watkins, for the past couple of months. We love each other very much, and attend vocational rehabilitation together. Hopefully, I'll attend her college soon. But here's the thing: Joanie has serious baggage. As a little girl, she witnessed her mother get killed, got raped by her father (who did time and is probably on the sex offender registry, yet still has visitaton rights), and is probably still in that abusive foster home. She's pregnant now, thanks to her old man. She said that if things go downhill, I'd be the first person that she goes to.
My family doesn't want me to have anything to do with her, period. Why, I have no f*****g clue. I have been so pissed for the past few hours, ever since Joanie called my grandmother's number and nosy old grandma stuck her nose in my f*****g business. Now, I'll have to go out with some f*****g whore my scumbag parents set me up with. They can kiss my ass, the f*****s.
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Yes, I'm still alive.