Once again I became that child standing outside the warmly lit houses of my neighbors, alone in the fading dusk, longing to be invited inside.
Okay so I’m about 55% through and so about 30% has been complaining that your family isn’t really your family but like your parents were shitty. Of course you love them but they were shitty. And you’re “devastated?” I don’t buy it. I don’t buy what you are selling at all.
