Last night we recieved her so.ci.al secu.rity card. Fuckers. This would be wonderful had she lived. But we all know how that worked out. The pain it caused…well let’s just say it took the cake. It’s right up there with the pain I felt when we received the autopsy results for Emi. You know there are others who have to wait weeks or months to get the damn card, having to fight for it and make repeated calls becuase the s.ocia.l secu.rity administr.ation is always fucking up.
Oh no not I. Fuckers.
God which way is out? I may not have lived a lifetime, but the pain you’ve allowed can surely suffice for a lifetime. I hate this. I hate my life.