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Tuesday, September 7, 2004


Ah.. yes. Right.
I'd like to apologise for my complete lack of updates. Lots of things have been falling around me lately, and it's been hard to keep up.

To be completely honest, I was more or less disappointed at the lack of response for the entry I wrote on the way home from work the other day. I wanted an answer to the things I was thinking of, but I didn't know how to bring it up to Luke or my best friend.

Moving on..

My votes have been dropping like a rock for my webcomic, but I won't complain.. at least people are reading it. Maybe. I don't know.

I spend a lot of time on that comic. I'm sorry that my art isn't great, but it's a big deal to me, and I really really really want people to read it.

I try to smile when I'm depressed. I noticed that today.

Smile, because nobody really gives a crap anyway.

...

I'm sorry. I'm a bit.. morose again.

My mother called me yesterday, but she had to hang up quickly. She said she wasn't allowed on the phone. My brother mentioned a simillar conversation with her on the same day. Apparantly the guy she's staying with has 'an anger problem.'

It better not be like my Dad. I hate my father. A man shouldn't strike a woman. Moreso, a man shouldn't knock a woman down a flight of stairs or make her bleed. If this guy is doing this..

You know. My fucking threats mean nothing anyway. They don't mean a damned thing. Because I can't help her. I can't go out there. I can't go to Ontario. And even if I was there, I can't hurt anyone. Jesus.

... I'm jealous of everyone who's ever had a nice family. I don't know what to think.. anymore. I've been through everything.. for the most part. Including being told by both parents that I couldn't stay with either of them.

But I still care about them.

And I hate them. Because that pisses me off. They put me through hell, and they can't even take care of themselves.

Maybe I shouldn't be posting this here. But... I could never tell my friends any of the stuff I write online. My problems are my own. Until I actually get a fuckin backbone.. I'll just smile like nothing's wrong.

Sometimes I feel completely alone. Like.. even if I tried.. I could never ever feel like.. I fit anywhere.

-Rayne

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