Apollo

The crazy never ends.

Still don't have our belongings.

Gran has once again chosen Incubator over me, but she's trying to convince me otherwise. But we have proof. We're looking for a new place to live. I just can't deal with the instability and emotional abuse.

One of our closest friends decided to try to overdose and kill herself. In my bed. Next to B.

I love her very much, but her inconsideration (or outright lack of caring) of the trauma that would've caused B is unforgivable. She's now being hospitalized and hates me. She wants to talk to B, but he doesn't want to talk to her. Understandably, in my opinion.

We're doing what we can to help her mom get her the mental care she needs.

Anyways. This is Apollo. He was found at B's work in El Paso a few years back. I flew him up to live with my Gran. He and Nova are really good friends.

I'll try to fill you guys in on this months-old nightmare relatively soon.

I hope you all are doing well. Take care. Love you all.