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Dear Dad,

I hope your senile little brain cracks you down to a writhing nightmare the moment you dare speak. The worse your temper, the louder your voice, the sharper the pain. :D

You aren't as great and big and wonderful as you think you are. Now go suck your thumb and complain about yourself being unappreciated. Come back when you can actually keep promises--and CHANGE. Wait, I forget. You're always right--I mustn't argue with you. After all, it's never also YOUR responsibility when something goes wrong.

I'm SICK of you.

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Chapter 4 of the Secret Fic = Get! Finally finished with yet another chaper of the fanfic that could very well change the course of mankind or at least my fandom my fanfic, so now I'm past the chapter that gave me the worst Writer's Block ever, and can continue on to the exciting stuff! :D

And uh... CWCR is still on haitus. Sorry, fanbase. XD Which would be Blue, Robin, Elisha, Checkerbored... yeah. I've got quite a crowd! XD *gets stones thrown at her to post Chapter 6* Hey, eventually, okay? *TANK*

Man, it's a good thing I work offline for my chaptered fics now. XDD

My poor creative journal has been neglected lately, with the exception of fame I've receieved lately for my old MST of A Warm Place. (It liiiiiiives~! XDD) I'd have another 15-Minute-Ficlet like I've always used to do, but alas. XD I've been sucking in these lately. (My last attempt yesterday was evidence of this. XDD It was baaaaaad)

And I should probably kick myself back to writing. Or play more "Wario Ware: Twisted!" ...Or something. And I think I need to switch into something cooler, these pajamas are too hot.

...OR I could just do the dishes. >.<;;; I hate you, Dad.

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'Til then, I walk alone...

Wish I could be that way right now, actually.

I don't need my father. I don't need... this.

I don't want to be in foster care again. But my Dad's making it impossible.

I mean... you DON'T hit people. At all.

There's no sense speaking to him. At all. He's never going to change.

I can picture it. We'll be in foster care again 'cause it's all his fault, and Dad goes and blames how horrible society is, per usual, and maybe to the point where he gets so depressed he commits suicide. Wow.

I can't... BE in this atmosphere.

Why can't my room be the only thing there is in the entire house for once?

Wait, that's not going to happen. Two years to college is too fucking slow.

At least Freddie's in my lap. Tried to get Amanda to join me, but she refuses to go anywhere near him. You know, if I raised kids at ALL (which is never), I'd punish them for jealousy. Idiots, I need ALL of you. People who abandon old friends are the worst in the lot.