Hello everybody happy Happy lesbian Visibility Week. I am wearing a very dyke statement

hat that I bought off Tik-Tok shop for 1499. It is Sunday morning, it is 929 a.m. I just

walked out to my living room after taking a beautiful shower and found my father shirtless hooked up to an EKG machine.

My house, I don't know when it fucking happened, but my house is a bit like Grand Central Station.

All of my family members have keys and I grew up in a very open door policy home.

We had a rotating door. People were over at my house all the

fucking time. Every single day, like not one day would go by in my home where

somebody didn't stop by. Okay? There was cheese, there was

crackers, there was like budget shardine flowing and barbecues and food and

people would come over and do their laundry and watch the

Allen show with my mother like it was just there was so many

fucking people which is probably why I am such a hermit not in like a cool pick me girl way like I just want to like get in my

jammies and watch nut flex like everyone who says that publicly 99% of the time is just foaming at the mouth for you

know human interaction we know this I could quite literally go six months

without speaking to another human.

And it's not like a cool sexy introverted buckworm way.

It isn't a diabolical way.

It's not cool.

It's weird. And you know, you just got a name the puppy and her

name is Jackie. Whoof, woof. Anyways, so my dad didn't care to mention that

he needed to like up or I don't know reinstate his life

insurance policy and therefore I needed to get have a doctor come out to my house

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