What the fuck is this?

I could buy it for myself, and Mama gave me some money, but why now, when Marshall seems to be making me look poor and I can’t afford to pay for what I want to buy?

I can pay for my own bills. I don’t need your money. I rubbed my side. I don’t have a bag now. I’ve only brought my own since I came out of that hellish house.

But it feels good to get out and go to the mall. I am really dying there. I look like an old lady. No one knows what’s going on outside, and the first thing...