I think what I need to do is just get away from my family for a while. We are truly messed up and dysfunctional. It’s like my adoptive parents go out of their way to get kids with disorders and mental problems. Maybe they really are kind heartedÂ people and try to help kids like that…. but what do I know? All I can say for sure is that on our house alone we have a kleptomaniac with anxiety, an addict with depression and a shitload of other shit, a girl who has a sailors mouth(who I personally think is a sociopath…seriously), and two other normal people. Four of us are adopted and one of the normal ones is their flesh and blood. I seem to be put in a lot of bad houses. That’s why I’ve ran away twice. I know, it’s all very Hotel-For-Dogs-ish, but What the hell am I supposed to do? Wait for the storm to pass? Sorry, but hell no. I think I had pretty good reason to leave my previous house though. Won’t bother to bore you though.
I just want to get away from my family. That’s why I’m staying with my friend for the week. We’re going to the Lake of the Ozarks. I’m excited except for the fact that I have to deal with her older brother. He’s one of the most beautiful people…until you get to know him. Â He is THE most arrogant, selfish, pigheaded, asshole int eh ENTIRE world. He was the kid that called me fat, a mutt, and he came up with the nickname Popper for me. To say that I want to kill him is an understatement. I would actually buy my own bear just so it would maul him. I wish I were joking. And all of a sudden he acts like a fucking saint after he read one of my posts on here. He found out because I left my laptop open. Well you know, now he’s a saint because he feels sorry for me. People tell me to embrace his new found kindness, but I know it’s a fucking act. He just doesn’t want a finger pointed at him when I kill myself. Him becoming nice is like the devil becoming an angel.
The moral of the story is that family is often times fucked up and that you should NEVER leave your laptop open on a suicidal page.