I haven’t typed anything honestly in a while. I can feel the tears building up behind me eyes and i have no fucking clue why. There are so many things. I want to kick the living shit out of Pete, because he fucked my head up worse than he will ever know. I haven’t been the same since. I wish i could yell at him and punch him and make him see what he did to me.
I miss my dad. I wish he was still alive, so much. I can’t fucking stand my mom’s husband. My, for lack of a better word, “step-father”. He’s a lying sack of moldy shit who thinks he knows everything there is to know about everything. My dad would have beat the shit out of him. I would give anything to see that happen. I want my dad back.
I am going to Missouri in January to visit my sister and her boyfriend. They live in an abandoned building with their friend, Montana. Yes, his name is Montana. I’m going for two weeks. I am going to be drunk the entire time. At least, nearly the entire time. I know, I know….that sounds bad….hanging out with a bunch of vagabonds in an abandoned building drinking booze for 2 weeks. It’s really not like that though. They have electricity…and they have permission to stay there. They are vagabonds though…oh well. They are awesome vagabonds. Anyway, it should be fun and it’s 2 weeks away from this fucking house. Hopefully I don’t get any fishhooks in my flesh.