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You've got spiders in your eyes arachnid you are not a real person turning into broken glass fire Plug don't be a werewolf don't be a werewolf don't be a werewolf!!!!!!!! Well theres a key well actually its not really a key its made of hair folicles i mean i can look at a point in the wall and crawl right inside well i mean thats only sometimes you know he is not my friend no not all at you see theres something over us inside the air its er, very funny actually i was talking at inappropriate times and my mother said its better to use a pencil not a crayon but i actually think red isnt the colour of blood anymore everything is different you guys have really changed you should think about that actually you know its only when i eat the crust and the centre falls out right in the middle of the world and the goats actually had strings on their toes

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lestatsowner
23:47 Nov 26 2010

I think that is very creative and I some times feel like the things that are writen

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I come from a large family, the eldest of seven, it was great, my mother was completely insane and my father had a small drink problem which escalated into a fucking monster of a problem when my mother, younger brother and sister died in a house fire. Addiction is very self centered, i cannot express how much i hate him for it, but still i'll never confront him about it. I lack the strength for confrontation. We all know whats happening, and the effects its having on him but still we (I) don't say a word. Hes a ghost of his former self, a hard arse army officer, now skinny and pale haunched over dishevelled hair overgrown beard, barely eats just drinks from morning till night and have a handful of coughing fits and naps throughout the day, which ultimately leads to him passing out at around 3am. I moved out as soon as i could, which i still feel guilty about leaving my younger brothers and sisters with him. Though they stay with me a lot, and when they don't i go round in the mornings get them ready for school take them, bring them home afterwards make their dinners etc; i use them as an excuse not to do anything more with my life, maybe i've just given up. Resolved myself to the fact that they need me and i'll make sure they live life to the fullest and have every option open to them.

Sometimes i think i would prefer it if my father were dead, that he wasn't a variable, it was just me and my brothers and sisters. Then i get self centered and worry about giving up my last bit of freedom, i wasn't ready to raise a family, it wasn't fair that i was forced to, and living with the fact of having a dead mother and a dying father.



"He knows that the taste is such

Is such to die for"

I have absolutely no idea what i want to do with my life, most of the time thats fine with me, but then as with everything you start to think if you're wasting your life, time catches up and you wonder if you should be doing something more important more meaningful, you look back and note what you have and haven't accomplished so far, so far as in 22 years worth of not much to note... And then the feeling passes and you're back to "fuckit lets go shopping then to the pub" "No not doing much today No i don't want to go out tonight i'll probably just go on the computer". And i'll wait for the next attack, feelings, frustration, jealousy, pondering my self worth, mortality, lack of living.



"Can you see me when I'm running?

Away from them"