Life is not easy
I am a tortured soul. I am in conflict with myself.
So many agonies, suffering injustice
Which is may I have friends to help me through these times. I stand by my friends, they approach me often to rant, when they need someone to hear them out.
My life was normal up to the age to 10, except for the fact that I was the shortest in my grade.
I was one of the top 3 smartest kids in my grade.
I was 10 years old, my mom died. My world shattered, my dad is not good at dealing with kids.
My friends left me, I am all alone. My dad dated a bitch called Narita and her 4 demon spawn.
I hid behind a computer and the bullying started.
Atleast 4 bullies, the only one's name I remember: Vincent
Then the bullying spread to home: future step-mom and her oldest son. I had but 1 friend, Dion, but his dad was carjacked and killed.
So he joined the cast of the bullies. I was beat up countless times. I was atleast 5 inches shorter than they are. And usually outnumbered.
Only once did I successfully fight back and I did really well too. If I kept my rage in check during the fight, I would have alot better. But overall, a rare victory for me.
My intelligence is still intact, much of my sanity is gone. But I am twisted, wicked and insanely
angry. Surrounded by one hell of cage.
I dont know how Vincent and Dion is doing.
My ex-stepmom is getting money from three of her ex's. Her bank account proberly sits around $ 50 000 or more.
But ... Her oldest son is crack head and faces alot of debt for all the times the cops caught him. Her eldest daughter is a royal fuck up and very vain. Her 2nd one son is the 1st one to actually get accepted into a college. He has ADHD, but he does not care, he hates reading.
Unknown the fate of her youngest daughter. But I bet she still do the same thing her mother does: marry men, atleast 3 times. then divorce them, and collect a fine big fat paycheque.
All bullying at school lasted until the last year of high school. Bullying at home lasted longer.
All these people I hate with all my heart, I want to kill them slowly. Very bloody, days of torturing them. Ultimatelly have been die of their injuries and hunger. That would be justice!
A little vengance for the agony I feel. I was robbed of my growing years.
I cannot let go, will never forgive, will never forget.
Well I tried to run then and I've been running ever since. And I'm Still Running
From those painful memories
They're haunting me
To my ex-girlfirend, Jennifer, your actions has earned you a place on the top of my list of dishonour !
2 songs for you: "Why dont you get a job" and "She's got issues" by The Offspring.
When I heard the news that her younger sister died, I wonder if she killed herself. She did say something along those lines on Christmas when she yelling at her sister. After all, you did bully her for a long time.
Jenn also yelled at little Anne.
Am I angry ?
DAMN SKIPPY I AM !
Yesterday at about 7pm, I replied to a forum in my House, regarding Cheating. I woke up this morning at 7am, went back to sleeping. I had a vivid dream:
I got back to my ex-girlfriend. Turns out there is still a romantic link between us. We have a tender moment in the bedroom but she refuses sex.
I feel asleep, she went to another apartment in my building, cheated on me. Hurt me again.
You thrive on raw action - a thrill-seeking type of life that revolves around your hobbies and interests, whether racing, skydiving, motorcycle riding, surfing, or anything that feeds your lust for excitement. Independence is your middle name, and seeking adventure is your game.
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when in love
You especially enjoy arts and crafts because you like to work with your hands, and you get a kick out of seeing the tangible results of your creativity.
You also love to hear words of praise from your mate when he or she genuinely admires a product you have painstakingly crafted.
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where to meet
Where can you meet a Craftsperson? You can participate in any action-focused, down-to-earth activity or hobby.
Recently, as of May 6th 2006, I am a broken man. Unlucky in love, I was used.
I trusted someone who says she regrets that I ever trusted her. I was lied to. A two faced
monster caused me a world of pain.
I am hurt and angry still after all this time. I am furious
Natually I cannot say much more than that, because she's likely to read my journal.
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