Life got less interesting. 3 years later, the things that used to excite me have started to stop interesting me. Fortnite fell out of popularity. I took up a job as a cashier at a Family Dollar. My mom died. Although I wanted her to be dead 3 years ago, I started to realize how important she was to me. She was the one who helped me acclimate to the wheelchair. Every night, I stare into my ceiling and think about what a shitty son I've been to her. If I had expressed any sort of care about her 3 years ago, I would've kept her from joining Scientology, and she would've never gotten into trouble with Tom Cruise as his indentured servant. Sigh. I miss her. I miss Bre, Joseph, Max, and Ninja.