Mother and father fight every day over nothing. I just the door but their shrieks seep through, I press my hands to my ears to make them go away, I shut my eyes and pretend I'm not here. Nothing works. I used to press the razor to my wrist and watch the blood appear, and as I did there world melted away as I smiled ever so slightly at the crimson liquid spreading across my wrist. And then I could hear them again. Hear them pounding at the door asking if I was ok. I'd wipe away the blood letting an end to my relief to yell back that I'm ok I was sleeping. And in a way I was. For just like in sleep everything went black and my cares were far away. I can't even bare to call them mom and dad never. It leaves such a veil taste of poison in my mouth. He my father. He makes my stomach lurch every time I am forced to feel him come close to me. Every time I am forced to speak with him. But soon they'll all most likely be gone. Mother will smoke herself to death bringing about a cancer to blacken her already vile lung and let her weak body rot and fade. Leanna. Her own selfish fear of dying alone, and her pathetic view of her own body will finally drive her to kill herself. I won't miss her. And for Joe you ask? Well after the death of his b***h of a wife and precious, perfect daughter, his doll, his favorite child he'll be driven mad and i will lay back and watch as he loses it all. As for me? I'm outta here. I may not even stay for their demise.
The fact of it is I'm failing 2 of my classes but I am one of the few people thinking quite clearly. I'm even planing on dropping out. The man and my family will control me no longer. Chances are once father here's I am to drop out well I doubt he'll be rational at all and I should we say will be free to leave this prison.
My love life you ask hmm well that is quite the tizzy of a question. I'd say rocky at best. It seems my love will never come to rescue me. He is the man, the passion, and all the love I've ever wanted. However distant is quite the b***h.
Honestly I do believe the man aka the government is getting us down. Just hear me out. When we're children we are happy,carefree, and free in general then they shove us into a school for years where basically we si for hours and listen to lectures we can't even comprehend then when we get home we are to tired to do s**t and not only that homework. Schools way of controlling outside it's cold stone walls. Weekends please. Once again, tired, homework, chores and not to mention we are to worried about the next school day. Then when we're out of that mess WORK. Mhhm even worse for decades we go in day after day of doing jobs we despise and beg for it to be over finally at 65 we're useless the man has sucked us dry and leaves our useless bodies in homes to be mistreated until we die alone. ******** YOU GOVERNMENT and ******** your loyal, obidient, blind dogs that kiss your a**. I admit I have lived so far a short life god knows what else the man is doing that I haven't even seen yet I refuse to submit to them.
Yes I do think the man is getting me down. I'm a free spirit. I love sprinklers especially my neighbors. I'm a young lady, an insane spastic teenager, a hippy, and a homicidal lover just depends on when you catch me. I love color and people. Well most people. Many I find disgustingly annoying and best stalked from a distance or in a tree. I'm a loveable person. I've been proposed to 6 times and for your safety don't let my innocences fool you. You could say there's a couple different people in this body. I love a good interesting conversation....and purple I love purple and flowers oh so pretty pretty and blood oh so pretty pretty.
MY BFFAE ALEXIS mrgreen
