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My homeless drug addict sister found me walking into my apartment complex, where me and my son live. Alone. And she was higher than shit and started yelling my name at the top of her lungs to the point where several of me neighbors all stuck their head out and looked at me like I was crazy.

Our dad died in January so I felt compelled to be a little nice, I was graceful to her even though she was telling me how she has been in sober living housing but checked out after 2 weeks because it was dirty and she kept farting. She was so manic that Im still processing the interaction because I was a little high myself (my vape pen, not her meth and whatever had her track marks flaring up).

I didnt have time to put my valuables up before I let her inside my house, but she didnt take anything as far as I can tell. She just wanted a ride across town. She said shell come visit sometime, guess I gotta move. I had hoped shed never find me. Its like Michael Myers.

I need a nap. Fuck me.