do you ever feel like things are just so crazy...like you must be living in a movie, otherwise it just wouldn't be this way? this month has been non-stop. last night i visited my nanny. she seemed depressed and stressed. understandably. post operation and an addict daughter. two months out and shes already back to her old ways. i hate drugs. i hate this world we live in where the addict is disposable. i hate the wealth and the rich. who can help themselves and fuck the rest. who keep these vicious habits going. somedays its just too much to comprehend. i just sit and realize, and i forget that i have take in air and consume to survive. today i feel very weak in the soul.
this is my aunt patricia's daughter zoey. even at her age she can tell her mom isnt ok. she's scared of cops because they took her mother away for most of the three years she's been alive.
and these are my granparents. they are amazing.