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Monday, September 10, 2007


"Caring Is Creepy"-The Shins
I re-did the site slightly. Updated shit, new avatar, that's more about my mood right now. I need to change the background slightly. But overall, it looks a bit better. But my parameters are sort of fucked up. :/
By the way, I've had so many people ask me how to surpass the limit on the Intro section. As most of you have figured out already, but here it is again in case anyone needs it
Open up a new word/text editor document.
Type whatever you want to put there, including all html and graphics html or CSS whichever this site uses.
Copy all of this.
Then paste it into the box.
Easy as pie. Yum Pie.
There's so much going on right now in my life.
I'm still homeless. I'm not staying with Andrew's grandmother anymore, but I'm house sitting for her while she's away.
We got kicked out of where we were staying and now we might have to go to a shelter of some sort soon. I'm apprehensive about this, because I don't like people I don't know. It's really scary to think about. I don't want to be stuck with a bunch of people that I don't know, that could do god knows what to me. I'm so afraid of everything anymore that it freaks me to think about what could happen to me in the future. There's absolutely no stability in my life right now. It's purely insane. I just want to slow down and stop. And just fucking cry for a minute. I want to cry about all of the shit I've lost. I want to be able to weep for the people I want so badly near me, but that seem so far away. I'm tired of hearing my dad preach about God and how he'll take care of us in the end. I know it might be true. Maybe it will be. But I'm sick of hearing it. Nothing will happen without action. They're not doing anything about our situation as long as they sit around and preach back and forth. I hate hearing this nonsensical shit about how the scientists and the government are working for Satan and how they're hiding the truth about the world from us. About how Dir En Grey is evil, and Iron Maiden is evil and all the music I listen to is evil unless it has to do with God being praised. And anime is evil because it's brainwashing all the youth into thinking that magic, and things like that is okay, and that being on the side of "darkness" and being anti-America is okay and that being homosexual is okay, but they say it's really not because it says in the Bible that it's not. And how if it's on an anime, my parents assume that's what I believe. That I think that Pokemon are real, and other things like that. That I live in a Fantasy world where reality never breaches. And I'm still just a stupid kid, although I'm an adult by law. And how I just set myself up to be made fun of because of the way I dress, and think are not normal. I love how my dad loves to call me fat and then wonders why I have emotional problems. I love how my dad tells me there's absolutely nothing wrong with me and I don't need any sort of help with anything, except a good ole dose of GOD. How they expect everyone else to take care of me and Luke and how they think that I do nothing at all but sleep.
Little do they know I just about never sleep, unless I'm over at Andrew's. I'm fully alert. Because I can't sleep at night. I'm too worried about so many things. I can't stop thinking and sometimes I do wonder if what I'm doing is wrong. If me listening to the music I do angers God. If me having lustful thoughts about women and such things, angers God. If I'm the reason why fate dealt a shitty hand to my parents. I bet they would eat that up. They would love one more thing they would be able to blame on me. One more thing they could pin me to and not have to worry about. I'm sure the alcohol numbs their minds enough, for them to not have to worry about anyone but themselves.
When I think back. I can't remember happy things with them. When I think of happy, I think of my cousin and I think of Chara. I think of the good things I had with Somniphobia and with Westley. I think of Luke making stupid jokes, and Angela screaming things about Alfred. I think about sitting on Freddy's lap and having David draw us acting goofy. I think of Heather, Jeff, and Sky and acting totally inappropriate for the situation. I remember Kevin and Logan tackling me at the mall. I remember other hot Logan and I talking about Cradle of Filth and arguing about who was going to have Dani's babies. I can think of me and Andrew laughing so hard that we couldn't stop. I can think of Andrew and drawing ridiculous things. I can think of Andrew and his scary smile which is making me laugh just from thinking about it. I can remember sitting under the stars and being able to talk about weird things like aliens and if there were virgins being raped in the woods.
I can think of Somniphobia and sitting on the computer all night waiting for a reply to a message. I can remember the creepy guy that was talking to her, and how creepy he was, and how funny it all was.
I can remember all these nice things about exs and friends and Andrew, but not about my parents?
Why is this?
I want to make my body into a canvas. I want a lot of tattoos.
That is all for now.
<3

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