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Well I’ve just been told by Steven (my ‘father’, if you can call him that.) has no said he doesn’t care for me, love me, and would love to kick me onto the curb and sell everything I own. How lovely huh? It’s not like I’m not stressed out from school and finding a job. He doesn’t think I can find a job either. Sometimes I wonder why my mother doesn’t divorce him. I’d personally love to see him die.

I know someone is bound to say I’m being ‘overly-dramatic’. Here are his exact words: “Fine, I don’t care at all. Go out on the streets and die. I won’t miss you.”

So I believe my words and actions are viable. Personally I’m not exactly attached…what so ever. Right now, Steven interrupted me again. I don’t understand why he can’t leave me alone ‘You won’t get homework done with music on’. I ALWAYS listen to music when working in way, shape, or form. It drowns out other thoughts that draw my attention away from my work. Henceforth it’s best for me. Wannabe parents, what can I say?

Of course he always goes on about things forever and I’m sure he’ll b***h about this to my mother, proclaiming innocence as always. Everything is always my fault. The reason we don’t have so much extra money, the reason for bills, the reason for every ounce of misery and misfortune that sets foot in anyone’s lives. How lovely, huh?

There’s not much else I can say now. I’m a bit too annoyed really to say anything else, you know? I may or may not edit this when I feel like it. I’m going to continue to listen to my music and let my thoughts drown away in a pool of violent music. Farewell for now.

~ Shadow of Fire

“Die, you miserable cretin.”

P.S. - WIll be staying on gaia because I really just need places to rant and I have good friends on here to talk to. That and I can't pull myself away.