Still no contact

I haven’t heard from anyone in my family in over three weeks, since the weekend before Christmas. You’d think that checking in on the mentally ill drug addict who is alone in a new city during the holidays would occur to someone who cared. Yet they don’t understand why I moved across the country and resent having to come back.

I fucking hate my family.

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