So recently my father walked out of my life and, oddly enough, I feel relief. It's a pity, but I could never really respect the man as a person. There were so many things that he had done that are absolutely unspeakable. Now, finally, the cause of all the tension and misery in our household is gone. Kaput. Bye-bye birdie. You would think that we would start living as a happy, healthy family, right? Very, very wrong.

Things are just as fucked up as they ever were. Maybe even more so. I don't want to answer the phone anymore, knowing it's my father trying to get me to talk to him. I'm constantly at odds with my mother because she wants me to try an reestablish a relationship with the one evil son-of-a-bitch who tore us apart. I just want to punch my snot nosed, lazy, spoiled, smart-ass, bitch of a sister in the face for being such a...well...bitch. My grandmother actually took the side of my Satan of a father and everyone in my family is involved with an all out verbal war (excluding my two year old sister who can't even formulate a coherent sentence). Life is a real shit-fest at the moment.

Also, I need to find a way to release some pent-up angry before I murder someone (probably my bitchy sister). School's a pain in the ass. Oh and my birthday is in eight days. Happy birthday to me~! xD