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Sunday, April 8, 2007


Death: A Beautiful Dream.
Well it's been a while since I've updated. Again, I'm taking a break from here.
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Umm, I've gotten some PMs asking if something was wrong here and the answer is no. Well... not really anyways. Uh, I don't know if I already said that we're having a guest stay with us or not, but yes. We are. Let's see... his name is Jorge, Vladimir, or Stanley. He got angry when I called him Jorge(my mom said that was what I was to call him). I still wonder what is his name, but my curiosity isn't enough to ask. My friend Erin started cracking up when I told her that. But sadly it's true. *nods*
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Well my mom said he'd be staying only for a while, but now I learned that he'd be staying for a few months. And the thing that really concerns me is that my mom and him are considering getting married. It already pisses me off that that we(brother, sister and me) didn't even get a word in his coming over here, but marriage now?
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I've decided that I must kill him.
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Things with me haven't been good. I'm sorry if I seem like I'm complaining(because I don't want it to seem like that). I've been feeling like total shit lately and the fact that we have another person living with us doesn't make things better. Life just seems to be going downhill and the thought of simply dying is the most comforting thing I have. A dream. I have to live here in this hell hole with my obnoxious bratty little sister, my mother who doesn't know or care how I feel and my fucking brother whose shit I have to put up with every single fucking day. I don't even care what the hell is going on with my "dear" dad. He can just crawl in a ditch and fucking die. I hope he does and I hope the crows pick at his dead, rotting body. This goes to all the damn people in this fucked up family and to all the bastards who's crap I'd been enduring. I'm sick of you all. I hate seeing people. So many aren't real and are full of shit.
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God...
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I'll be crawl back into the spooky abyss of my mind now.
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9:20pm
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I shall soon beat your faces in with my drum sticks.

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