yesterday i found this place at my dad's house. dvds of naked women half his age. i'm pretty sure there was lube, and at least one dildo. i wouldn't be surprised if that tie didn't go around his neck anymore. i don't know why i feel the need to tell everybody i see. i guess it just bothered me so much.... i really don't want to know that much about my dad and my stepmom, you know?!?
i am sick of this part of my family
i wish i had had the choice of where to live when my parents got divorced.
I won't ever stop loving you. I've never said a word to you and I know that you know that I'm your 'stalker'. But I've stopped caring because I know tire's nothing I can do to revoke my past mistakes. I have to accept the consequences; I have to live with it; I have to grin and bear it an pretend pike everything is perfectly okay... Perfectly normal. I know it's not; we all know it can't be; we both know that there will never be a time when we can have a normal relationship because I screwed that up. I destroyed every slight incling that might have one day be a possibility with my inability to shut myself up about the obsessive addiction that I seem to have with you. I'm sorry, I really am. I just wish there was some way doe me to tell you all of this.
I hate my parents. They're pressuring me for my exams, my dad's threatening me if I get one bad grade.
I can't take it. I wish I had different parents that just told me to do the best i can.
