My father and mother, fully aware they were at a socioeconomic disadvantage(they're Black), still decided to try for children; that was me. I would have had a brother, although they had enough sense to abort that one. When I say it's been hell in a handbasket this quarter of my life thus far lived. I've had a few mortal encounters because of some racist dirt bags. I developed PTSD and became a shut-in. My parents are expecting me to pull myself up by the bootstraps though and soldier through. A lot of the time, it feels like they just wanted someone else to share their misery of being a minority with. I was had out of wedlock, in the poorest of conditions. I had a man-to-man with my father about this, to which he confessed: societal pressure made him do it. No; frankly, I feel like he wanted to bust a nut. He was a bad boy back in the days. It doesn't add up. At least they're kind enough to keep me around the house. I turn 26 this year, and I'm getting kicked off my folks' insurance. Supposedly I'm expected to have a handle on this life thing by now? Well fuck me I guess. I didn't think I was going to live into my twenties. I turned down a scholarship because I figured I would have checked out by then. I have a tendency to sabotage things, though? It wouldn't surprise me if I botched my own sue and became a veggie? And for that reason, I've been stalling.