Miss Tia's LJ

It will forever boggle my mind why no one on Vivian's side of the family did not think I was in danger of her when years prior she put a pitchfork through a cousin's foot. Like no one thought okay look perhaps this infant is in danger, nope.

When I started talking at 9 months, and I truly believe it was to articulate to someone that I needed help. And I suddenly started getting fat lips and black eyes, no one thought there was a co-relation? I defiantly refused to say Mama until I was almost two and was speaking in total sentences by then. I absolutely refused to say mama. Defiance was in my DNA.

They knew she took a picture for it and put it through a cousin's foot and then has an infant with fat lips and black eyes and no one does a damn thing. I don't care if it was 1969 and then the '70s. Hell even today children services sucks nationwide. Someone just could have took me from her and said we're taking her. I don't think she would have put up much of a fuss. I truly believe she wanted an infant so she would have someone to control and fate gave her me.

They knew and did nothing. I will never be able to get past that. And I don't need to get past that. They knew what she had done, what she was capable of, then has an infant with injuries, and apparently it was like oh well.

At one of my doctor's appointments on Thursday I got kenalog. Today I have kenalog flush. So it looks like I'm wearing a very light pink coating a blush, not garish in any way. It's actually quite flattering and I'm the last person who would say I look flattering. I don't wear makeup.

The only time I wore any makeup was in high school I had a frosted eyes shadow pallet with purple, white, pink. I put purple in a stripe in the inner corner, then a stripe of white in the center of my eyelid, and then the pink on the outer part of my eyelid in a stripe, and then I would just swoop it across. And as always chapstick. That was the extent of my makeup wearing.

I'm recovering from yesterday today. It was truly that bad.

Today sucked, I'll try again tomorrow.

Went to the doctor today and all along the street flags were at half mast. When I parked, I googled why and learned they were flying half mast for the children that were killed in the school in Minnesota.

Flying flags at half mast for kids killed in another school shooting solves exactly what? It does what? It stops future school shootings how exactly? It doesn't, duh. It's as effective as thoughts and prayers. It does Jack fucking shit.

An empty token that only makes gun nuts feel good.

Oh, and Ashli Babbitt will ALWAYS be a treasonous piece of shit who absolutely should've been shot. She was warned about the gun, she was told to get back but nope. She stormed the capital to try to overthrow the election and possibly kill the VP and she fucked around and found out.

The violet sounds revolting, I've never had anything guava before. I'm sure the lemon is fine as are the mints. I'm gonna try the violet & guava Friday.