Good thing I didn’t go into Dundee today. The buses stopped at 3pm, so I’d be stuck there!
If that’s what floats your boat, fine.
It’s like any vice though, really. So long as it’s not hurting anyone else, and makes you happy, then there’s no reason not to.
I personally avoid drinking, and refuse to take anything other than Weed (and like, medical drugs) because I’m not interested in taking them, and I don’t enjoy being drunk, or being around drunk people.
You do only have one life, and everyone dies. It’s everyone’s right to live it they way they want to, and die the way they want to.
Despite what people might think, none of us hate you, we just feel sorry for you.
We’re sad that you cut us out, one by one. You’ve encased yourself in a shell of hate and silence.
Using me like a weapon when I was little, to say things that would hurt Granddad and Mum, it was devious and cruel. You kept doing this until I old enough to see what you were doing. I tried to say there for you. To talk to you, show that I still care. But you rejected me like everyone else.
I know you’re sick. But we can’t do anything to help you, if you won’t help yourself.
Everything you’ve done these past 15 years, you really deserve to have been thrown out by Granddad. You’ve stopped him doing so much, stopped him enjoying his life. But he hasn’t. He does everything for you, no matter how much abuse you give him.
It hurts me to see him wasting his life caring for you, when you have no love left in your heart. I honestly hope this all ends soon, because I can’t see you living like this anymore.
So Happy Birthday Gran. I just hope you’re free from whatever is doing this to you soon.
Drawing a peacock. Whoop.
RT @RawrBoots: They get a kick by kicking your teeth in with a pinch of salt and a bible grin.
Chair dancing to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack while I finish this drawing. Because I can can can. Might watch Chicago after this.
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Just another footnote in the tragedy that is my life.
I convince myself he means nothing to me.
It’s been 4 years since he spoke to me, and it still hurts.
When I let myself think about him, I’ll always end up in tears.
I just don’t understand why he stopped loving me so easily after 16 years.
There were Jehovah’s Witnesses making their way around the street
and I saw one walking past the window in the living room, which I was in (the room, not the window)
and just as he turned to see if there was anyone in there
I dived onto the floor and pressed against the wall and just stayed, motionless, until he’d knocked on the door and left.
Treating Jehovah’s Witnesses like lepers since 1990
I stupidly let some give me leaflets once.
They came back to ‘talk to me’
I hid under the kitchen table, and mother told them I was dead.
I’d hope to be married, and have a kid, and to be in a stable job developing applications and working on games projects, or doing freelance illustration/art.
Really, so long as I was happy, healthy and in a good home, that’s all I could wish for.
It’d be really nice to still be living with Gordon, but I’m sure he’ll have grown tired of me well before then :P