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Okay so we lost our internet and i'm at the libby. I still have to get ours working because I keep in touch with Brandi that way, so now we're talking more along th elines of the phone. Can't wait to get out there.

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a little weird? ok

Ok so my aunt's saying that she can't support us. I've been supporting myself since I've been here(yeah, i had 2 jobs set up 3 months before i moved here.) I could only take one, and I was paying a lil rent to the landlord. It was an aranged agreement on seeing how i wasn't getting paid that much. Barely breaking $100 a week is weak. But i was the only one who bought groceries. I even support my own habit. The only one who cared what the house looked like and if the dogs were fed and watered and played with them. Talked to Shaylah when she needed someone. They don't want me to move so far away-the state let alone-but what choice do i have. I 'm outta here and everything's set up. A job's waiting for me and some open arms of my other family

My aunt was talking crap about me behind my back when i was laying in bed, waiting for my alarm to go off just listening to the world, thinking about the days ahead. She thinks my fiberoptics globe from aunt Roxanne is a crystal ball. And that my poetry, stories, and my artwork are demonic. Then she continued to bash my relious beliefs in any way possible. I got out of bed, tore something off the living room wall and tore it up, knocking down a merrygoround horse windchime while doing so. She threw my tarot book in my room and it landed on the floor in front of the dresser. Then she took off so i couldn't say anything to her. My mother followed me into the kitchen where we exchanged words and still there is no letting up. I know they love me, but this is not love. I have a right to my religous beliefs. Where am I going to go?? How am i going to go to work????? I can't believe they're doing this to me, just because i don't / wont share the same belief! My music is evil. My clothing is demonic and dark, and it hinders who i really am. Who i believe or what i believe in should not matter. i don't open any of my religous things in the house or on the property-and there's a lot of it-and i do do the readings at work. So now i have to mail my duffle bag of relgous things to a friend or a couple of them so i can always get them. Asking Jason if i can send it to his parents house for now or if Brandi can take it. I'm so lost. So sad. And i am REALLY having a hell of a time trying to forgive my fucking aunt. Love you Candice. I'll see you around. Brandi's talking about me moving out there with her and Jason and Gwen. I really might do it. I'll have to set it up asap i guess. It's so hard being human, but i'd rather be hated for who i am than who i'm not.



I'm outta here