Sorry / Venting w/o poems

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So I'm sorry I haven't been posting poems in this book or the translated poems in the German book but there's just a lot going on that is kind of keeping me from posting.

First of all, spring break just ended for me last week and I'm going back for my second week tomorrow. There's already a pretty big project in history I have to do about the Holocaust and I understand NONE of it. It also doesn't help that my best friend since 2 years old is Jewish and all I can think about is her and her family. We also have 4 "easy" assignments due in technology and everyone else can get them done within 10 or so minutes but I am just so confused because the teacher never showed us how to do any of that shit.

Second of all, one of my closest friends, who is also my brother's girlfriend, spent the weekend away from her abusive and manuplative bitch ass Karen of a mother and at her father's house. Her father tried keeping her another day or so but the bitch fucking went over there and her father couldn't do anything. The last thing she told me was that 1.) The bitch was gonna kill her, 2.) She was scared, and 3.) That I shouldn't call the police because her father already called CPS with proof. That was almost 4 days ago and she hasn't messaged/texted anyone, hasn't returned our calls and texts, and we have no way of knowing if she's dead or not because she made us promise that we would only go over to her house or call the police if she told us to. And to make matters worse, her mom made her switch from in-person to online school about a month or something before spring break so we can just use "random absences" as an excuse to call the police or even asked her about it at school.

3.) I randomly started getting intense migraines when I was 10, but they started getting so bad I would cry and faint in about September. About October 15th, my mom scheduled a neurologist appointment but because so many parents are signing their kid up for appointments because of possible ADHD or Autism diagnosises, it isn't until May 6th. I'm also low in iron, cholesterol, Pyrrole B, hormones, vitamins D3, K2, C, and Zinc, and high in insulin and sugar, which gives me less energy and just make it harder, more painful to think.

4.) Yesterday, my mom asked me whether or not I wanted to han out with a friend because her mom had just asked and I immediately said yes. Her brother was also having a hang out with his friend so there was 5 of us including her mom. Her brother was screaming and cursing their mom out all day and sometimes she would yell back. Since I was the oldest, I had to sit in the front, in the middle of the two. At one point, while were on our way to their house about an hour before I had to leave, her brother just yells, "Hey, ---(Me)---! --(His friend) --- just said he wants to clap your cheeks!" and his mom started SCREAMING at him, saying he would go to jail for sexual assault and that if I so pleased, I could call the cops and report him. That continued for the next 20 minutes an she made him apologize. It made me really uncomfortable because 1.) What he said, 2.) Because of the screaming, and 3.) Because it reminded me greatly of my uncle who's currently spending time in prison an entire state away and over the damn Mexican border for drugs, breaking and entering, stealing, underage drinking, crashing cars, some light arson, AND SEXUAL HARASSMENT OF A MINOR. I think part of the reason it had reminded me so much of him, was because he said something similar to that when I was about 7-9.
Edit: I just got word from my friend and apparently, her brother's friend hadn't even made the comment. Her brother had just blurted it out and blamed it on his friend.















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Well, again, I'm sorry for not posting either normal or translated poems in this and the German book but I promise I will get on that as soon as even a bit of this passes over. Until then, I'm probably just going to be adding a few more song suggestions every so often.

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