Last minute thoughts/serious time
My uncle is a long-time meth addict, and off and on user. I grew up around this guy, and have known him since before he was using. I even looked up to him at one point. He’s not technically my uncle, but he’s my aunt’s on and off boyfriend since before I was born, so yeah, basically he’s my uncle.
My uncle is in the hospital as of a week or so ago, with 25% of his body covered in burns. What from? You may have already guessed it. The chemicals exploded and singed him. He’ll never look the same again. He has a daughter, and I can’t believe he would be so selfish. Don’t get me started on my aunt — a newly established heroin addict.
If you ever wonder why I live the way I live, and are too shy to ask, this is basically why.
Life is hard enough as it is.
