Venting must be done:

WELL, we're back at square one with losing the house, which is a great possibility. We also have to put my old kitty, Whisters, down on Tuesday, so there's a major depressing moment (I've had him since I was 5). My father thinks that he's "DONE NOTHING WRONG" by having eight affairs and blaming mom for them, yet he was the one who called her fat after she lost 20+ pouds when her brother died. My father wishes us to have no money for Christmas presents (well, I'm just concered with my 4yr old sister).

Also, probably changing my last name. Everyone in my family who shares the same surename believes my father that he's "perfect" and "always does what's best for his kids." WELL, FUCKING EXCUSE ME FOR BEING EXTRA PISSED OFF THAT YOU'RE ONLY ATTEMPTING TO SPEND TIME WTH YOUR THREE KIDS BECAUSE YOUR MISTRESS-GIRLFRIEND DUMPED YOU, WHO MIGHT I ADD, LOOKS LIKE YOUR -WIFE-.
(Although, if I change my surname to Ninami, my initials are AJ, sooo.. lol, A.J. Ninami, put that infront of a mirror and you get imaniN .J .A (I'm a ninja).

Some kids bitch because they "didn't get the latest ipod" or "has a crappy cell phone" or "got dumped by the guy she likes" or "doesn't look pretty" or "is fat". WELL YA KNOW WHAT? I bitch because I want my little sister to grow up half normal, something I wish I would have been permited. I want her to have a normal Christmas, and for her not to have a shitty reputation because he father is a JACKASS.

So fucking glad that my mother's boyfriend loves us like his own kids. Thank God I can finally have proper love displayed for me at the age of 17. Not like my father did anything but emotionally abuse my mother.

*breaths deeply*
"..."
*breaths out*

Okay, I feel a bit better now. I have so much unexpressed anger it's rediculus... maybe that's due to the fact that I've listen to my parents scream at eachother for the last... oh... 8 odd years.

*gives life the finger and wants it to change*

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