Looking back at all my memories.. My mother was always high or drunk. Same with my dad. My grandparents and aunties hadnto take care of us, but they barely did, so we learnt ourselves how to do stuff. A lot of my family suffer from addiction, even I am right now. So when I look back to see the full house high, drunk, or smoking, I sigh and get disappointed with myself. Out of everyone, My grandma, grandpa, auntie 1 2 and 3, uncle 1 and 2, my 3 other sisters, and then my cousins, I still fell for the trap And everyone else either quitting / rehabilitating or is sober for 10+ years. Out of a whole family, I just have to be the only one still addicted and hoping for an overdose death. I cant quit though. Gotta forget all the beatings anyway. Gotta forget everything. The family is getting smaller, and the tribe's language is fading since my grandmother refuses to tell me. I can get why. On this rant, I've vented about everything I've wanted to get rid of. Yes, my family is this big.