A letter from Feb 12, 2025

Hey Nevada, So I don’t really know how to start off this letter, I usually start it off with how are you but I think I’m gonna save that for the end. Currently I’m sitting in the Studio 6, in bed, waiting for Russell to wake up. He has work at 3 so I’m gonna have to wake him up soon because he has to take the bus today. I work at 5, I’m debating on whether or not to go with him. I think I definitely will. I just want Dutch bros. But anyways, life has been rough, I’ve been off my meds for a little bit now and sitayia was a ****** ******* and asked me last night if I were ever able to get on insurance for my meds. I said nope with a smile. And she asked so you’re off your meds now and I said yep! With that same smile. It’s funny that she asks that, because my saving grace was going to be to get insurance through work and she said that they changed it and I wouldn’t qualify anyways because I left. I left it at that, and then she has the ******* balls to ask me if I am off my meds still? Of course I am! Work insurance was my last door slamming in my face. **** her honestly. I hope you’re in Texas, or at least away from flagstaff. This leads me into my next statement, honestly I hope you’re away from mom too. She is not good for you. I don’t know what she is doing with the truck, maybe you will when this sends out, I don’t know. I’ve pretty much given up on it, it’s not in my name, it’s **** near fixed and mom has the keys. I can’t say I can’t believe she would do this to me. It literally was a matter of time. She literally has admitted to me she would act out like grammie. She will spit venom when you invite her in and will try to love you when you get scared and put up a wall again. It’s very concerning behavior. Anyways, I’ll send out another letter sometime this year, so that I can finish up what I’m trying to say. I love you. Deuces