Drug addiction.

It's the saddest, most pathetic, most irritating, most depressing thing on this planet. You may think, "Well, gee, Julia! What about the earthquakes in Japan? 10,000 people dying? Haiti? Katrina? Egypt in shambles!"

Well, I say fuck you, this is more depressing and irritating. You think I give a shit about those people who I've never met? No. Most of the world doesn't either, so long as it didnt happen to them. You pray that it doesn't happen to you one day, but then when it does, you finally sympathize with those people you never helped. Well, me, I'm the opposite. I've had my whole life ripped apart, and I could still not give a rat's ass about anyone but me and my sisters.

She doesn't understand, and I don't see how. What the hell is wrong with her? See, I can't force myself to pretend to actually like her, let alone stand her. I do love her, but I will ALWAYS love my sisters more than her. Always. Always. My love for my mother is minimal, meaning I can take it or leave it. Right now, I'll take it. Because she's the only person who can get my sisters back. Or at least, that's Plan A. Plan B is Nina adopts them and I take care of them during the day. But that's irrelevent to this whole paragraph. We haven't even gotten there yet. But I'll take her love, I'll put my dwindling hope in her for the time being. She has time to prove herself, assuming she doesn't go to prison for 15 years. But if she does, oh well. OH WELL. Because we'll still have Plan B. Plan C, which should come before B, really, is that Arturo will get the kids IF he gets out of prison.

So we have:
Plan A
Plan C
&
Plan B.

Perfect. And if all else fails, I'll donate to the Red Cross for Disaster Relief (Plan Z!)