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wow its been a long time since i wrote in here. but i figured its be good to get soem shit off my chest.
well i guess i'll start fromthe most recent events....
my step dad got out of prison after serving 10 for an accidental death. or w/e i dont know the situation. but hes living with me and my mom. hes not as bad as he used to be but im not letting my guard down. i moved from michigan cuz all of the people i knew wound up being total assholes, prime example would be evan. im not really as trustign as i used to be because of the shit that ive been through. sp now onto the real reason why im writing in here again....
my sperm doner, reigel, who i hadnt talk to since i was a year old has finally cuaght up with me and my sister through myspace. fuckin 23 years and he's acting like he's my fucking father. i mena, don't get me wrong, i'm kinda glad that i finally got to talk to him, but i've onl talked to him for like three days and he's acting like he knows everything about me. its really pissing me off. its cool the way he thinks, but i dont like it when some one who doesnt know me tries telling me what to do and what not to do, you know? like he's telling me that i shouldnt be so negative, that i need to look on the more posative sideo f things, which is cool and all. but he doesnt know 1/2 the shit i've been though. and it's not that i look no the bad side of things its just, i don't expect much from people after the hell that i've been through. expect the best but prepare for the worst, you know what i mean? and it doenst help that my fucking sister is telling him i started doing drugs at fuck 11 years old. yea i smoke weed but thats it. and i didnt start until i was 17. and he's fucking telling me "drugs are a dead end". only if you let it rule you life. which it doesnt i havetn smoked in almost three months now. but after the recent shit ive been through i could really use a joint right now.
and i gotta use this cuz i dont want him reading my fucking blogs on myspace and assuming shit about me that aint true. it pisses me off even more so that he has the balls to call me "son". w/e i''m out
well i guess i'll start fromthe most recent events....
my step dad got out of prison after serving 10 for an accidental death. or w/e i dont know the situation. but hes living with me and my mom. hes not as bad as he used to be but im not letting my guard down. i moved from michigan cuz all of the people i knew wound up being total assholes, prime example would be evan. im not really as trustign as i used to be because of the shit that ive been through. sp now onto the real reason why im writing in here again....
my sperm doner, reigel, who i hadnt talk to since i was a year old has finally cuaght up with me and my sister through myspace. fuckin 23 years and he's acting like he's my fucking father. i mena, don't get me wrong, i'm kinda glad that i finally got to talk to him, but i've onl talked to him for like three days and he's acting like he knows everything about me. its really pissing me off. its cool the way he thinks, but i dont like it when some one who doesnt know me tries telling me what to do and what not to do, you know? like he's telling me that i shouldnt be so negative, that i need to look on the more posative sideo f things, which is cool and all. but he doesnt know 1/2 the shit i've been though. and it's not that i look no the bad side of things its just, i don't expect much from people after the hell that i've been through. expect the best but prepare for the worst, you know what i mean? and it doenst help that my fucking sister is telling him i started doing drugs at fuck 11 years old. yea i smoke weed but thats it. and i didnt start until i was 17. and he's fucking telling me "drugs are a dead end". only if you let it rule you life. which it doesnt i havetn smoked in almost three months now. but after the recent shit ive been through i could really use a joint right now.
and i gotta use this cuz i dont want him reading my fucking blogs on myspace and assuming shit about me that aint true. it pisses me off even more so that he has the balls to call me "son". w/e i''m out