As she screams out "I wish I had a father" while inhaling duster, I realized that this could be the title of this whole fucking show.

Honestly, I was sad that she was molested as a kid. That is the ONLY element I felt sorry for. Other than that, I have no heart. I have mercifully not had a really direct experience with addiction like this so I can only really relate to one point in the episode where her sister said "All this stuff happened to me, too. How come I don't do this?"

I find it hard to muster sympathy for anyone on this show. I know it is a failing of mine and I am trying to work on it, but I was actually getting MAD when her sister was HUGGING her as the cats were taken away. I was just like "Good, let them take the fucking cats. Don't comfort her. She should feel bad about it. That's the point."

I applaud all Jezebels and anyone else who has overcome addiction. I know it is probably harder than the hardest thing I will ever have to do and it's an incredible feat. Unfortunately, however, my sympathy is in need of improvement.