biggrin heart heart domokun I ish happy! I don't like having inspiration come to me at the most unopportunied time. Like I was standing in the kitchen yesterday for about 3 or 4 mins and just thinking, going over dialogue in my head for something. I have a way of just coming up with amazing stuff to write that can be confusing but oh so interesting. So I stood there with a measuring cup in my hand well at first debating whether I should have hot chocolate or some tea. It was difficult but I decided that mom would get mad at me if I drank all her tea so I had hot chocolate, but it took me a while before I actually got it started. lol Lameness. So yea I get in bed and there I am again thoughts and words and pure granduer going through my head and no paper or pencil to write it down. It's sad that I had lost soooo much great dialogue to the air and my own mind. Some of it's nonsense but when I reach the end of my apifiny it makes sense to me because it's about me. Yea weird! I wrote about myself through my writings and it's like therapy for me I feel better about certain things that are long since done and over with. So a couple of nights ago my mom wakes me up and gives me my mail, a letter from Jim my sperm donor, like I give a s**t! If I could I would kill him myself, a swift bullet to the brain, but that would be murder and I really don't wanna go to jail. So I guess I will just have to continue wishing for his death. You know it sux having three parents, I have one on my side, though, that believes I should do what I want and that it is my life. I had heated conversation with my dad (stepdad but I consider him more of a father than Jim) last night on the way to pick up my sister. I'm afraid for their marriage, it seems only to be centered around money. My mom complains that my dad doesn't take her out and pay for dinner or presents. Well she has all the f***ing money and even gets his checks and he gets no spending money and even now that he has a car he won't be getting much gas money. My mom is an oxymoron. She told my dad that if I left then she would kill herself, what is up with that? I'm going to move out eventually.....it's called cut the apron strings. Now I'm not going to shred the apron but I need some levage and space to myself. She wants to be my best friend but I don't wanna be her best friend. It's sad really she can never get close to me if she keeps butting into my life.
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