Someone call me, I need out of my house.

So.....fuck.

Let the hating begin.

Please be strong. I know you can.

Ok. So. Um....Dad has decided to fight me in court. He still thinks he's right. There are certain things that happened that he can twist and turn against me.

That night, I called ahead and asked mom if I could borrow the car to take Sara home after Tucker dropped us off. She said that was fine. Normal procedure. Happens all the time. Well, Mom was ( Read more... )

::Name:: Knoblach

::Single or Taken:: Very unsingle.

::Sex::: I just said I was taken you dirty little tramp.

::Siblings:: 2 sisters 2 brothers and a brother that died.

::Eye color:: brown

::Shoe size:: 9-11

::Height:: Almost if not six feet.

::Innie or Outie:: Innie

::What are you wearing right now?:: Camo shorts and a friggin skin tight gray shirt.

:: ( Read more... )

I remember a lot of things. Ask mom...I remember days at daycare from when I was one year old like they happened yesterday.

At times, it's awesome to remember back so far so clear. But at others...it's a freaking curse.

For instance, when I was still the only child, or when Alan was still a baby and Gary still treated me like a son. When it felt like ( Read more... )

On the edge of a breakdown. Just a few more pushes.

Gary pleaded not guilty. Now I have to go to court and call witnesses.

Or some bullshit.

Work at Donato's again....and like last time....I'm one of the only ones who does any work.

Choking down all the crap that happened with child care really ticked me off. It goes against every fiber of my being ( Read more... )

25 Lines From Star Wars That Can Be Improved if you substitute the word "Pants ( Read more... )

The moment a man loses control of his life...
Is the moment life is not worth living.

That's all I've got to say on that matter.

I've never felt so defeated.

I don't even know where to begin anymore.

Life....has just lost every shred of sanity.

It feels like everything is rotting around me.

I put my dad in handcuffs. I mean, sure, not physically. But it's an image I'll probably never get rid of.

Something that fucks with your head.

His face, contorted with hatred...or rage. Whatever it was.

Me hitting his ( Read more... )

So. The (bad word) hit the fan.

Big time.

Family problems?

You have NO idea.

In a nutshell....dad's gone. My neck, chest and arm is bruised. I have a court date....and we're trying to move away.... EVEN THOUGH, the house smells like that Zebra gum...which is awesome.

Stuff is CRAZY insane.