...Lawl, I'm gonna attempt to organize this journal entry. Somehow.


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Life's Happenings

-Uh... so. Nothing much has been going on, event-wise. I've come to accept many things as an inevitability, having little to no problem with them now. There are a few things I'm kinda irked about, though... but I'll keep to myself.
-My PS2 died. ;_; So, basically, I borrowed Dark Cloud 2 from my friend Cory. Looked at the bottom of the disc... was completely scratched up. Nevertheless, I put the disc into my PS2. Didn't load at all.
So, anyhow, I gave the disc back to Cory, since he said he could fix it. He did so, and sent it back to me. I tried once more to get it to work... and, lo and behold, the PS2 completely locked up. The power button wouldn't shut it off, the controller was stuck... basically, everything was disabled. Had to unplug the power. Unplugged the power, plugged it back in, and tried to play the game again. Same thing happened. Wondering if it was the game, I tried loading up Resident Evil 4... when I noticed a peculiar smell coming from the disc tray. I smelled the disc first. Smelled like burning machinery. Then the PS2.
...Needless to say, the PS2 is officially dead. It lived for a good 2-3 years or so. ;_;
-My parents are pissing me off.
So, let me explain.

My mom found out I have a computer in my room. She fucking read through the entire IRC log, and checked my emails. Even the ones I sent to Tabitha. I had some... very sensitive info in those emails. Not bad or anything, but stuff I didn't want my parents, of all people, to read. Hell, they're probably gonna read this, too. I don't give a shit; I WANT them to read this rant.
Yeah. I fucked up last year. I went to court, probation, had fewer privileges than a two year old, went to a new school, had to make new friends, and went to counseling once a week for the past year.

Do you /honestly/ think I'll make the same mistake again?

God, you fucking piss me off. It's been a year. A YEAR. And, hey, you still can't trust me. "I'll never be able to trust you like I trust others. No parents can completely trust their child, but with you, you're not as flexible. Until you turn 18, I'm still going to monitor everything you do."

...What the hell.

I understand why they'd distrust me, but come on. All you seem to care about is your own ass - "I don't want to have to go through that again". While it's understandable... the trust has to kick in somewhere. Why the hell did I go to counseling/therapy? To get better, mentally. I went through hell and back and back again, and you HONESTLY believe I'd make the same mistake again? Hell, I may just live at a friends house at this rate. At least I'll be treated better there.

And, mom and dad, I trust Tabitha with my life. With my friends lives, even. Don't you DARE give me any of that "if you break up, Tabitha will tell the whole school about what you did" bullshit, or so help me god, you will regret it.


Long story short: Fuck you, mom and dad.
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Relationship Status

-Censored. Not in a bad way, but I just know my parents will come snooping into my business. I'm already pissed at them as it is.



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EDIT: I jumped on to the boat - I have a Twitter.
Go ahead and look for Jishkah. That'd be me. |B