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Friday, May 7, 2004


   Blech....>.o
Bloorg...I feel like one of Naruto's first dopplegangers...>.< I'm just kinda...lethargic today. I made up a name for my style, though...I call it "Brimstone". / . \

Moo.

Ehh, well, I spose it's because of my dad's wedding. My parents are divorced, obviously, and my dad's getting married to his girlfriend. After only...2 or 3 months. >.< It doesn't bother me so much that he's getting married, it's just that it's so short, and I think that I might be just a little bit worried for Alicia. The wedding's freaking tomorrow...and I have a pink dress. >.< It's all flowery and crap...I'm wearing pink in the picture, but my dress for the wedding is all flowery...it's just a bit _too_ pink, for my taste.

I guess it's also the fact that Alicia had my dad actually listen to her, something that my mother was never able to accomplish. My dad never truly dated my mom...if anything, it was like an arranged marrige between Sasuke and Sakura, a marrige that Sasuke would most likely resent. Aaaaaaand, that explains everything. My father hit. My mother's cynical because of it. We might as well change our last name to "Manhater". Wouldn't that be nice? >.<

ARGH. I'm frustrated, confused, sad, and kindof desolate-y. >.< Man, the happy bug died on me today!

Meh, oh well. Maybe I'll feel better on Sunday. I like my mother better, frankly. My dad doesn't know how to raise girls, and he spoils us rotten. He says that he cares, but I think that he really wanted a son. He treated me and my sister like boys, anyways. Skirts were a big no-no unless it was a special occasion. Jeans were the ONLY kind of freaking pants that we bought. I was bothered.

You wonder why I'm so mature for my age, perhaps? Why I'm so freaking smart, maybe? Well...it's been proven that a child that is mature for her age may be/live in an abusive situation. My dad wasn't even drunk when he used to hit my mom. I wonder if this is what Naruto feels like on the inside.

...this must be what it feels like to lose your mind, bits and pieces at a time.

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