The girl is done. She needs to be institutionalized. She sounds like she is intelligent and quick witted, but her ability to process anger is just gone. She will need a complete reprogram.
Stay the fuck away from me and mone though, damn.
The parents are trash and should be charged for her care.
The cops should be applauded for giving her a million chances to calm down. The Black men tried. Props to them.
All of this right here. A lot of anger in that child. I can see a lot of my younger self in her.
The realization that don't nobody got to do shit for you, and though you weren't brought up in the right situation the world is a hell of a lot less forgiving when you're on your own was a hard lesson for me.
I got lucky. I got the fuck away from my fucked up ass family, I went to the military, and somehow I was able to figure my life out. I still don't have a good relationship with my family but I can understand why my family don't fuck with me either and it's probably for the best, because fuck them Because they instigated a lot of shit.
I remember getting into fights with my mother and my brother and one day my mother changed the locks While I was at work. My brother and sister Sang The Rose Royce song, "You don't live here anymore," at me thru the door.
Heartbreaking shit, even today. I had so much goddamn anger and frustration and didn't want to listen to nobody. I just wanted to do what I wanted to do and what I didn't know is that I hadn't earned that right. I hadn't earned the right for people to leave me alone.
People leave you alone in your own space that you pay for When it's paid for. With some help and some luck she'll be all right, but she's got to lose a lot first.
Once that ground comes rushing up at her fast she's either going to straighten up and fly right or keep crashing. I got tired of my ass having scars so I straightened up and flew right as much as possible. I'm still hardheaded, but it's more manageable now.