Dear Diary:
I remember the first time I saw Shawn's "family". I say it like that because they share genetics and a surname, but that's it.
It was the Monday after Shawn died. They came around to the flat (his parents and his brother). After a while, they started trying to still degrade him by saying that he was an alcoholic, he pushed them away (who would blame him) and if I pushed the lawn mower through the flat, it would be am improvement.
I couldn't believe it! He is dead and they are still doing this!
If I hadn't been feeling so empty, I probably would've caused some G.B.H. (Grievous Bodily Harm) Luckily for them, and the hospital, I was feeling the way I was.
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