So yeah, all that stuff belonged to that family’s mother. Everyone lived on cup noodles despite a thousand (or MORE ffs) dollars being spent and wasted every week. I was skimped out on the most. That woman could buy whatever some Celebrity Doctor said to buy for $100 but wouldn’t buy me body wash for months, and blamed my poor hygiene on a disorder I didn’t have. Being neglected by a rich parent is horrible because you’re not allowed to call them out without looking ungrateful or spoiled. You become “entitled” when you complain that you couldn’t shower, have school supplies, or brush your teeth with toothpaste because your rich mother who just bought you a laptop didn’t buy them.

Adulthood is awesome. I can drink… JUICE! When I’m THIRSTY! I can drink something with my meal, and eat something that is NOT cup noodles or top ramen! I can shower every single day with SOAP! And if I run out of soap, I can buy more because I can work. Life is worth living now that childhood is over. I’m honestly glad I didn’t attempt suicide, all I had to do was wait it out.