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[Dec. 21st, 2009|08:34 am] |
My sister Gwen decided to confront me today. After my mother went outside to talk to our neighbor, she literally cornered me and said, "We need to talk about your 'situation,' little sister."
"It's not any secret that Mom is 60 years old and is starting to have some health problems. I think it's rather pathetic that you're 25 years old and still don't have a job! What are you going to do if she passes away? How are you going to support yourself?"
Her jaw dropped when she said, "Well, I was planning on moving in with you and babysitting your dog for a living."
She then ranted and raved about how she's not responsible for paying me anything. She is a bully with control issues. Doesn't she see how she's emotionally abusing me by doing this? |
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[Dec. 20th, 2009|07:20 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Dallas, Texas | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  pissed off | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | "Feeling Fascist?"-- London After Midnight | ] |
I hate my stupid mom right away. She just told me that there's no way she can afford to get me another guitar for Christmas this year.
I told her that music was my dream and do you know what the stupid whore said? Well, of course you don't unless you're a stalker and if you are a stalker, then you can just FUCK OFF. Anyway, she said that music wasn't my dream yesterday when I was saying that I wanted to be a writer.
What a bitch. Doesn't she understand that I am an arteest and therefore have an artistic temperament? By being such a total cunt, she's denying the world the pleasure of partaking in my art. I hope she chokes on a peanut and dies. |
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[Dec. 13th, 2009|10:02 am] |
My sister Darla really fucking pisses me off. She doesn't seem to understand what it's like to live in the real world. Most of us with real jobs have a limited income and can't afford to shop at massive vegan-friendly restaurants. You know, I bust my ass all day practicing my singing and writing short stories only to throw them out and start from scratch. I have babysit my dog all day while my mother pays for my bills.
Shit, she just doesn't understand me. I'm going to listen to more Nine Inch Nails and write an angsty story reflecting my black soul. |
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[Dec. 11th, 2009|11:12 pm] |
Well, diary, today I made a big step forward, even thought my nasty sister, Gwen, doesn't think so. Today I took a pee in the toilet. This is a big step forward, because as you all know, my OCD forces me to be afraid of all bodies of water, which includes toilet water.
Until today, I usually had to be brought a bedpan because of my all consuming fear. Gwen said that I'm just lazy, but she's such a stupid whore. Even though she has a mortgage, three kids, and student loans to pay off, she just can't comprehend my pain. I mean, she just has bipolar disorder, which is nothing compared to all the things I suffer from, which include but are not limited to depression, anxiety disorder, Tourette's Syndrome, Bulimia nervosa, Asperger's syndrome, dementia, frigidity, Hypoactive sexual desire disorder, Enuresis, Kleptomania, Munchausen's syndrome, Obsessive-compulsive disorder, Bell's palsy, Pica, Gender identity disorder, Dysthymic disorder, Information addiction, Carpal tunnel syndrome, Orthorexia nervosa, Dyslexia and Trichotillomania.
In any case, I'm proud of my progress. As a reward, Mom's going to take me out for dinner and buy me a guitar. Life is pretty good right now, but I know the gloom will return soon. |
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[Dec. 7th, 2009|10:09 pm] |
People make fun of me all the time, but they don't really take the time to understand my phobias and how they negatively impact my life. You know, I just feel really misunderstood and unloved.
The only person who truly understood and love me unconditionally was my dog Mandy. She was a beautiful work of art--a solid black poodle, black as my deep, dark soul--who would gaze into my eyes and communicate with me telepathically. It was with Mandy that I discovered the true love a human can share with a dog and her faithful sidekick's velvety tongue. I knew I would never go back to humans after being eaten out by my favorite bitch on the whole planet.
Now, I can't listen to the song "Mandy" by Barry Manilow without falling into a rainfall of tears. Pardon me while I cut myself now. |
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