My birthday is supposedly three days late. Again with the numbers, they always dictated my life. Well, my groupie thinks I have daddy issues. What they don't know is my grandparents are more or less my parents, and I'm praying they adopt me soon. "You don't have a kitchen pot to piss in", my grandma bluntly stated to me. Now my name might be queen but I'm not feeling very royal right now. This was after "the...