28 July 2012
"It's really bad this time. No walkways like before Its all at at least 5 feet tall The only place with any access is the shed in the back
It's worst than Any of the shows I've seen. We'll be lucky get a good pathway In this house by the end of the weekend"
I let out a tear "Ok. Good luck." I said it strongly Although I was sobbing
I was heading back From my evening run Gleefully listening to Adele When she called to talk to me about it
I've always known Just thought it was That one pile of newspapers In her garage
I was so wrong How can anyone even live like that? No decent place to sleep Using a hose for your shower
It makes me gag Yet I know And I hate to admit it but My aunt is a hoarder
She and her friend Live together, Laugh together, Hoard everything together
They are hoarders To the extreme I feel so bad for them It's almost, like being homeless
I don't want to say it out loud I don't want to admit it I don't want to know My aunt is a hoarder.
My Aunt Is A Hoarder • Opuss № I