Wow, wow, wow. I'm amazed as to how you characterize everything lil brother. Everything fell apart? You broke it! You pushed, you pushed some more, you pushed till you broke it. Don't claim it just fell apart.
Dad, well he's dad and well, yeah.
After a year of one of your friends telling you to go school, to get a job, you go when garbage tell you to. Pitiful, just pitiful. What happened to "I can't go, I'm not like you, I can't juggle work and scool. I might screw one up."
You say that we're happier without you, partly true but that's because your not here whining and complaing about how life is unfair to YOU. Your life is like that because you choose to have it that way. If anyone has a right to complain it should be me but I don't I roll with it. I don't do it because feel I have to, I do it simply to prove that I'm not an overgrown baby i.e. you Bub. I mean come on, whining on here, telling half the story, tsk, tsk, tsk.
By the way, THAT"S MY DUFFEL BAG!! and you own so little because you don't work, which means you have no money to buy anything. If you say our parents should buy you things, lets ask. Should parents buy a 19 year old stuff? My answer, no because I bought everything I own. No one helped me. So get a job and qwuit your bithching.
Your wrong also, it was later that same night that your bed was thrown in the dumpster and you were there watching me throw it.
And your friend turned on you because as I metioned, you chose a bunch of garbage i.e. pot heads, drunks and low lives to associate with. You also take their words to heart over hers and she was the one who told you to get you act together long before they came into the picture. Oh and you are a coward, you basically ran away from home and from the conflict.
Ah, I think your talking about Liv but as I said in another post, the computer screen doesn't count as love and understanding. Also, you pedo, quit hitting on a 16 year old.
Uhm, prison, why am I still here? As I have stated last time I can leave, I have a place to go, I simply choose not to. It was a prison because you never chose to leave the freaking house!! You would sit behind the computer screen for hours on end, doing nothing constructive. To me, that's prison, that's hell. To you, on some level it was the same. Oh, and your berrating were to get you off the computer and do something outside. It failed miserably because you did go outside but to walk five miles to a libray to sit behind a computer screen to sit behind a computer screen again.
Freedom...if that's what you call living on a potheads couch, not taking showers, and not eating right, ok that's freedom. I'll stay in prison, with my food, my shower and my bed, well futon but let's not get technical. Oh, and that one thing you don't intend to lose, is that waht you lost in the next journal entry titled "Love..."? I have to know, tell me, wink, thumbs up, tell me!!
New life..."sigh" I'll pack a bag so I can go identify your body when you wind up dead pursuing this "new life." Seriously, random people call you a loafer. Oppression, opress this t('_'t)