I love to write but I know I will never have the dream career or anything else. Life is hard and if you actually make it to 30 without killing yourself then you're already doing better than most.
My first painting.
Saturday, July 19, 2014
My Fucked Up Life A chapter anyway
I should totally write a book about my crazy life, family and this fucked up world we live in today. To sum things up, My mom passed away, my father doesn't care if I live or die because he is too busy making sure his two replacement kids have everything, the life I was supposed to have. My sister and I live in the same house but can't stand each other, never a word spoken. My niece and I used to be so close that I considered her more of a daughter than a niece. She now lives a town over, we have no contact, she just had a baby and is married to a jerk that thinks his dog is his best friend that died, reincarnated. He is an absolute idiot, he has another child that he can't even see so his solution to that problem was easy.... knock up my niece and then he has a new child to throw in the face of the first. Way to be a good stand up man. A replacement child, sounds so familiar it hurts sometimes. I am not innocent in all of this at all, I said horrible things, acted like a child at times, and didn't think it would ever go this far. I guess no one does when they spew words of hatred out of fear. I know that now, I didn't want to lose my niece to a piece of shit man that I would be pretending to like just to be able to see my family. So I pushed them away before it could happen to me. Again. One day she will understand why I acted the way I did, until then, I live my life by my rules. I needed medication to control my depression and now things are better but whats done is done. I have no regrets.
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