I fear Reno & Co may not remotely understand or fathom the true reason certain characters were ever in my life of house to begin with. I made her read self-help books outloud to/for "us" and even write out essays and potential life paths and blah, blah, blah...
And what did I get in return?
Sigh.
She randomly goes MIA just as my life had restabilzed from dealing with all those beyond-belief blindsides...
...and calls a few days later from Vegas (saying/doing some crazy/sick/evil/twisted shit) where she was after finding some black "pimp" named Kisu who had apparently talked her back into stripping and taken her there...
...and with all the money she made and gave him, he bought her a pair of Nike Shox...
*vomits*
And the 'recovery' (read zero turbo) suddenly fell backwards a couple months as I found myself alone in my house on the hill just trying to override/escape the nightmares her existence/behavior within my life with glass.
FAIL
Sigh.
Luckily all this sh7t that should have never come into my life while I was just trying to escape the previous "evil Candy" (the girl) year of way-beyond-hell is ancient history now, but these random hooman "complete character/role fails" are the reason my few month "escape the club scene and reset my life and friend list" project ended up taking several years instead.
And I keep trying to tell ya'll, you haven't even seen/heard a fraction of the sh7t yet, and I just look that much prettier/Better with every word and picture I might one day finally be able to put in book form or whatever.
Never doubt me.
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