home sweet home
i just got home from being up north at my aunts trailer. i had such a great time. it was a blast. we painted and put new carpet in the trailer. tuesday night is when we got there. we had a HUGE storm. it was actually kinda freaky. the thunder got really loud, and my aunt got really scared and jumped into my bed. it was funny. we just sat there reading. yesterday we were going to go to the old mans store, but it was closed. we were sad. then we read from her ghost story book, but it wasnt scary at all. she told me about a website that she saw once, and the most haunted place in michigan is just a few miles down the road, and it said that on wednesday nights at 12, these 2 little boys are in the cemetary. the story is that they died in a fire. we were gonna go, but we got too scared. so we decided that it wasnt a good time, but next time we'll have more people. and then she was telling me about the things arlene use to do to my mom and her and uncle louie. i almost started crying. it hurt me so much to hear what she went through. she was so scared that she wasnt going to be a good mom because she never had one to show her how to be. i dont think i ever told my mom that she was the best mom ever. i wish i would have now. i hate her. i hate arlene. i want her to die. how could grandpa let her do those things to them. she's so fucking sick. i hope she burns to death. i would love to pour gasoline on her, and light a match and throw it on her. i wouldnt even think a second thought about it. that stupid bitch deserves to die the worst death ever. she told my aunt more than once, that my mom hated her so much, that the hatred was like a cancer and thats what killed her. fuck that. my mom forgave that fucker long before she got sick. i hope she dies. i really do.