Worst. Experience. Ever.

I've thought I had cancer a few times, mainly due to horrible anxiety and fear of death. I'm not normal by any stretch of the imagination. So yeah, those were shitty days.

Worst day? Probably whenever my mom's apartment got broken into by a former heroin addict she was trying to date. He obviously fell off the wagon, because he broke into the place while no one was there and stole a laptop, my Wacom tablet, me and my brother's PS2, Xbox, and a shitload of games.

The real kicker here is that my mom didn't get insurance on the apartment and none of that stuff got replaced until my brother used his work money. My mom barely covered the cost of anything that was stolen, even though she was entirely responsible.

Ever since then, I've always hated the police. They are useless. They never solve any crimes, never attempt to fix any situation, and do nothing besides ride around at obscure hours of the night to write people tickets.

I hate the anti-establishment bullshit with rap, but seriously, fuck the police.