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Ice Queen Wanderer •The Cursed Prophetess•
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Nov 26, 2012 08:43PM

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They eat the pizza while I put up clothes, and he says. "If she wasn't such a jerk I would have given her some! She wouldn't let us outside mom!" My mom gives me a glare. "You can't boss around other people's kids, they are allowed outside." I roll my eyes and put my stuff away.
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MANY TIMES I HAVE SAVED HIS ASS, I'VE TOLD MY DAD "Don't forget Spencer." I'VE NEVER ONCE LET MY ANGER GET THE BEST OF ME. "I'll pay for spencer, he doesn't have any money." BUT THIS IS IT THAT LITTLE SHIT IS GOING TO PAY I AM DONE BEING THE NICE SISTER HE IS SO FUCKING DONE FOR AND WHEN I MAKE MY DINNER AND I BUY SOME FOOD ILL SAY. "No mom, I'm a jerk remember, he doesn't get my food." NO ONE SHOULD EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT ESPECIALLY AFTER I'VE DONE STUFF FOR THEM.
Freaking spoiled brat.
Oh the glory of sibling rivalry. I'm sorry hon, I hate it when that happens! I know exactly what you're dealing with, my sister can be a real rat sometimes too. You see, my sister would punch and kick me while my mom wasn't looking, but when I punched her back my mom had heard a noise and turned around by then, scolding ME and getting ME in trouble, while not a word was said to my sister. Honestly, you just have to tough it out. Tough it out, and learn how to get back at them secretly.
I suggest spraying perfume all over there room (specially on their pillow so when they lie down the get a headache from the fumes). When they try together you in trouble, just innocently say that you're sorry, you just wanted their room to smell nice. You can also put Crisco in their sunscreen, or put vegetable oil on their back and pretend it's spray-on sunscreen. I don't know if your house does this, but sometimes if you flush the toilet in the bathroom they're taking a shower in, it will change the water temperature. You could put laxatives in one of their drinks or food and give them the runs really bad.
I suggest spraying perfume all over there room (specially on their pillow so when they lie down the get a headache from the fumes). When they try together you in trouble, just innocently say that you're sorry, you just wanted their room to smell nice. You can also put Crisco in their sunscreen, or put vegetable oil on their back and pretend it's spray-on sunscreen. I don't know if your house does this, but sometimes if you flush the toilet in the bathroom they're taking a shower in, it will change the water temperature. You could put laxatives in one of their drinks or food and give them the runs really bad.
Gah! I can totally relate Angel. I have 5 older brothers. five. of.them. Life can be HELL sometimes, right?!
You've just got to play dirty ;)
You've just got to play dirty ;)

Older brother, older sister, younger brother, younger sister.
Oh, I've also LITERALLY been forgotten places.
My FAVORITE example that happened a few months ago (I'm a senior in high school).
They came and picked up my brother and a friend after a high school band concert that I had taped,
but they left me at the high school after picking them up. I was just coming outside when i saw our vehicle leave...
and never turned back and went all the way home.
I got a ride home from a friend. ._.*

It's only an hour walk home.
During the summer, they were busy so I walked to and from work pretty much every day.


I think the idea of virginity was invented by a pair of guys who thought their penises were so amazing, it would change a woman. I mean, think about it.
I'm so sorry to hear you're getting messed with! Honestly, just ignore anybody who doesn't deserve your time. Let them work out their petty stuff on their own, don't get involved because its just going to lead to more frustration.
I'm so sorry to hear you're getting messed with! Honestly, just ignore anybody who doesn't deserve your time. Let them work out their petty stuff on their own, don't get involved because its just going to lead to more frustration.



People who want to hate are going to hate, no matter what. It's not your fault, because some people are just like that. That doesn't mean you have to put up with it though, anything you can do to make then take their bullshit somewhere else is worth it.

It's not okay to slander someone. It's double not-okay to be a hypocrite about it. I don't understand teenagers and this weird, backwards tendency to take an issue you have with someone (like these people/person's issue with you) and blow it into a giant ordeal
Honestly, if people are going behind your back and have the nerve to make up idiot stories about your personal life, some bitch needs to die. lol. (okay. that's too dramatic). But you might try and get to the bottom of this, like, why would they even want to do that in the first place? Is it a group of people or just one person orchestrating all the lies?
In any case I am justifiably angry on your behalf. Some kids can just be so immature, yo.
Honestly, if people are going behind your back and have the nerve to make up idiot stories about your personal life, some bitch needs to die. lol. (okay. that's too dramatic). But you might try and get to the bottom of this, like, why would they even want to do that in the first place? Is it a group of people or just one person orchestrating all the lies?
In any case I am justifiably angry on your behalf. Some kids can just be so immature, yo.

YOU are a topic of discussion because YOU intrigue them!
This is the highest form of flattery and jealousy because they have nothing better to do than talk about YOU and what YOU'VE done because nothing they do can ever compare to the awesome things YOU'VE done.

He talks. To me. His comments are distracting, ego-shatterinhh and obnoxious. He is the firestarter for all his friends. I hate his sorry little ass. I think it was the first week of elementary school he deicided I was evil.

Wow, that's completely not okay. You should talk to your principal/ counselors/ parents about that, because that is 100% un-freaking-necessary.

Fucking BITCH. Liars like that suck. >:(

Because if I turn the music or the podcast or the YouTube video up loud enough, it might help drown out some of the sad thoughts in my head.
So fuck you.



I'm fine with the cussing, but watch the racial slurs, please."
My thoughts exactly.

And another thing, I am so fucking sick and tired of people looking at me and seeing a child. Sure, I have no visible signs of any kind of dermal blemishes and am only five feet and NO FUCKING INCHES but come the fuck on people! I am not twelve!! If I was twelve I wouldn't carry myself with the confidence I do when I'm out in public alone! Twelve year old girls are the most self conscious group of people i have ever witnessed when they are somewhere alone. They exude this kind of aura that says "I'm a goddamn twelve-year old and I am incredibly self-conscious that my newly developing breasts aren't as big as the girl next to me or are they bigger? Oh my god! Are my boobs bigger than hers??? Am I a large-breasted freak? Ohmigod. When people look at me are they really just looking at my boobs??? OMG!! And what about my butt?" they think with a not-so-casual twist to glance behind themselves and downward "Do I have a big butt, too? I mean... Meghan Trainer said it was cool to be bigger but I don't want to be fat!! OMG am I fat???" they ponder with the ever-so-unsubtle squeeze of the small natural layer of stomach fat that literally every goddamn person on this fucking planet has, "IM SO FAT OMGOMGOMG. I need to go home right now. Oh my god being in public is so embarrassing" Like JESUS FUCKING CHRIST KID GET YOUR LIFE TOGETHER!!! Anyway, tangent on the insecurity of the goddamn children aside, I am not a fucking twelve year old but I shouldn't have to give up my comfortable wardrobe of jeans and some dorky t-shirt to prove to people that I'm sixteen. And sure, I am still a child at sixteen and this is the typical "Stop looking down on me!!! I'm practically an adult!!!" sixteen-year-old rant but seriously. I deserve at least a little more respect than the gross douchey twelve-year-old boy who has been very shamelessly admiring how my femininely cut t-shirt really accentuates the lines of my form to show off the hourglass figure I have developed with age. And don't think I don't see you fucking staring at my boobs. You have to look down quite a bit considering that, despite my four year advantage on you in age, you are nearly a whole foot taller than me, STOP FUCKING GROWING TALLER BY THE WAY ITS FUCKING OBNOXIOUS YOU STUPID BRAT, you need to look down quite a way to admire my able breast. I see you, You're fucking gross. And I can fucking see you. How can I not when you are literally right in front of me in line I'm waiting for you to hurry the fuck up and put your GODDAMN CHANGE IN YOUR GODDAMN WALLET AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY SO I CAN JUST BUY MY GODDAMN ALL-TOO-FUCKING-SUGARY DRINK AND GO HOME. GOD. YOU ALREADY PUT YOUR WALLET AWAY AFTER HANDING A TWENTY TO THE POOR CASHIER TO PAY FOR A LESS THAN TWO DOLLAR ITEM SO NOT ONLY DID I HAVE TO WAIT FOR HER TO COUNT YOUR GODDAMN CHANGE I ALSO HAVE TO WAIT FOR YOU TO FISH YOUR WALLET OUT OF THE, FRUSTRATINGLY DEEP IN COMPARISON TO THE NON-EXISTENCE OF GIRL, POCKETS OF YOUR SKINNY JEANS, I ALSO HAVE TO WAIT FOR YOU TO SHOVE YOUR WAD OF CASH INTO YOUR WALLET AND PICK UP THE GODDAMN QUARTER YOU DROPPED BECAUSE YOU MISSED YOUR WALLET WHILE STARING AT MY FUCKING TITS. JESUS CHRIST, KID GET A LIFE.
And yet another thing. TC you goddamn motherfucking asshole, STOP GETTING UP AND WALKING AROUND DURING REHEARSAL. I'D LIKE TO BE ABLE TO SIT SOMEWHERE IN THE PART OF THE THEATER LOBBY THAT ACTUALLY GETS SUNLIGHT RATHER THAN HIDING BEHIND THE CHAIRS JUST TO AVOID SEEING YOUR STUPID, FRUSTRATINGLY ATTRACTIVE FACE AND BE DISTRACTED WHILE IM TYPING FURIOUSLY AWAY AT THE LITTLE KEYS OF MY SMARTPHONE TO TRY TO MEET THE FUCKING RIDICULOUS 1,667 WORD QUOTA PER DAY OF THIS STUPID WRITING CHALLENGE THAT I OBVIOUSLY DO NOT HAVE THE TIME OR ENERGY FOR. The problem here is not that I have a crush on this individual, it is that this individual broke my heart in the worst possible way then almost immediately afterword initiated a relationship that was, according to out mutual friend who introduced me to this person, was a long time coming and would last for almost a year. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, TC. If you like someone else don't fucking beg a girl to go out with you and make her feel special. Save that shit for the girl you actually like, not the emotional wrecking ball who told you that she just wanted to be friends. And when she gives you a fucking chance and really puts herself out there and lets herself be vulnerable, hell she even shares with you the ridiculous (albeit abridged) series of unfortunately true events that make up her past of psychological and emotional abuse in an attempt to explain her strange and child-like behavior, fucking take it easy on her with the rejection because she probably likes you now because if she didn't like you she wouldn't have agreed in the first place, you fucking twat. AND DON'T IMMEDIATELY START FLIRTING WITH SOMEONE ELSE. THAT IS RUDE. I GET IT. REBOUNDS ARE A THING. BUT COME ON, AT LEAST GIVE IT SOLID A WEEK BEFORE YOU START BLATANTLY FLIRTING WITH OTHER PEOPLE IN MY PRESENCE YOU INANE, APATHETIC, POOR-EXCUSE-FOR-A-HUMAN BEING.
AND YET ANOTHER THING, Dear my best friend,
Please stop acting like you know whats best for me. Please. It's really fucking obnoxious and its making it hard to appreciate you. Which is really motherfucking annoying considering i only have like five solid friends. Two of whom don't even live in this state. So for real dude. Stop it. You're not my father and thank god you're not, because he's an ass. Don't be an ass.
And on that note, my father. Oh daddy dearest. EAT MY METAPHORICAL DICK. You know what, Micheal. I am sick and fucking tired of your bullshit. You are a fucking cunt. And I never say that word. Never. But for you, I am willing to make an exception. You lie. You cheated on my mother with some slut from France and then you bought her a plane ticket and an apartment here so you could go bang her on the weekend??? WHAT THE FUCK, DAD. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??? And then when I'm born, you leave us alone in the hospital?? WHAT THE FUCK?!?! And then you disappear entirely within the next two years only to reappear every now and then?? Then you marry some woman who treated me like shit and ignored all my cries for help. And then you expected me to still want to see you? And go to your house? No! Hell motherfucking no! And now... Oh and now. Now, when I've decided I've finally had enough of your bullshit, you whine and beg and plead "come back, talk to me, i love you" LIAR. YOU ARE A MOTHERFUCKING LYING PIECE OF SHIT. YOU FUCKING LIAR. I KNOW YOU'RE A FUCKING LIAR. YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN ONE AND YOU ALWAYS WILL BE!! TELL ME DAD, ARE YOU STILL A FUCKING STONER???? I CANT BELIEVE YOU EITHER WAY!! YOU LYING BASTARD! YOU LOVE ME? YEAH RIGHT, DAD. IF YOU LOVED ME YOU WOULDN'T HAVE LET THAT WOMAN TREAT ME HOW SHE DID. IF YOU LOVED ME YOU WOULD SHOW UP TO MY SCHOOL EVENTS WHEN I INVITE YOU WITHOUT QUESTION RATHER THAN TRYING TO NEGOTIATE WITH ME. GET IT TOGETHER YOU PISS-POOR EXCUSE FOR A FATHER. AND YOU KNOW THE WORST PART? THE PART THAT REALLY MAKES ME HATE YOU?? YOU TREAT MY LITTLE SISTER WAY BETTER THAN YOU EVER TREATED ME. THAT GIRL KNOWN NO TRUE PAIN. SHE DOES NOT AND WILL NEVER KNOW THE SORROW OF KNOWING HER FATHER DOESN'T LOVE HER. SHE HAS NEVER EXPERIENCED THE VERBAL ABUSE I DID. SHE HAS NEVER EXPERIENCED THE PSYCHOLOGICAL TORTURE OF FEARING FOR YOUR FATHER'S LIFE AND THEN BEING PUNISHED FOR HER PANIC WHEN HER FATHER FINALLY COMES HOME AT 3AM AFTER GOING HOURS WITHOUT CONTACT. AFTER BEING CUT OFF FROM YOUR MOTHER. BEING ALONE IN A SMALL ROOM THAT IS NOT YOUR BEDROOM, COWERING IN FEAR OF THE VIOLENT FILM YOUR SISTER IS WATCHING IN THE ROOM THAT SEPARATES YOU FROM THE SAFTEY OF YOUR BED. CALLING YOUR REAL MOTHER BECAUSE YOUR FATHER ISNT ANSWERING AND YOU'RE SCARED. BEING TOLD, WITH A FURIOUS SHOUT FROM YOUR ELDER STEP-SISTER NEVER TO CALL YOUR MOTHER AGAIN. CRYING SO LOUDLY AND SO VIOLENT THAT YOU WAKE UP YOUR BABY HALF-SISTER AND HER MOTHER AND THEN HER MOTHER STARES DOWN AT YOUR SMALL, QUIVERING FORM WITH A RAGE THE LIKES OF WHICH YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN. SHE LOOKS AS THOUGH SHE MAY KILL YOU WITH HER BARE HANDS AS SHE SCREAMS AT YOU FOR WAKING THE BABY IN YOUR PANIC. CRYING YOURSELF TO ALMOST SLEEP BEFORE YOU HEAR THE DOOR OPEN AND YOU TEAR THROUGH THE HOUSE TO GREET YOUR FATHER ONLY TO FIND THAT YOUR STEP-MOTHER HAS BEATEN YOU TO IT. SHE HAS TOLD HIM EVERYTHING. AND HE LOOKS AT YOU WITH DISAPPOINTMENT AS HE TELLS YOU THAT YOU ARE NOW GROUNDED. GROUNDED FOR BEING SCARED. GROUNDED FOR BEING TERRIFIED THAT HE WOULD NEVER COME HOME AGAIN. SHE WILL NEVER KNOW THAT PAIN. SHE WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE TO SLIP BEGGING, PLEADING NOTES UNDER THE DOOR TO OUR FATHER AS SHE LIES AWAKE AT NIGHT, CONFINED TO HER ROOM, CRYING OUT OF FEAR. SHE WILL NEVER KNOW THAT KIND OF PAIN AND SORROW. SHE WILL NEVER KNOW BECAUSE HE LOVES HER TOO MUCH. HE ACTUALLY CARES FOR HER. BUT HE NEVER CARED FOR ME. And inside my head, I still sit, crying and sniffling, with my back to the cold white door as I hear my father's footsteps coming down the hall. I hear him pick up my note as if to read it then crumple it up, walk back the office, shred it, then go to bed. The contents of this note?
"Please Daddy. I'm scared. I don't like it here. [insert step-whore's name here] is mean to me. Please take me back to mommy's house."
A child's plea for help, ignored by an uncaring father. And so, that night, like every night, I cried myself to sleep. I cried myself to sleep clutching my pillow close to my chest, feeling the echo of my heart beat and in the cold night i cried myself to sleep for probably the thousandth time. And i did the same every night. Every night until I was free. But i could never be free. Not so long as you, father, called yourself my dad and begged me for a chance. But no. NO MORE YOU FUCKER. I'M FUCKING DONE WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD. TAKE YOUR STUPID WHORE WIFE AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE. I FUCKING HATE YOU. GO THE FUCK AWAY AND STOP TEXTING ME AT TEN AT NIGHT BEGGING ME FOR FORGIVENESS. NOW YOU KNOW THE DESPERATION OF SOMEONE WHO KNOWS THEIR FAMILY DOESN'T LOVE THEM. NOW YOU MOTHERFUCKING KNOW YOU BASTARD. SO JUST GO CRAWL BACK TO YOUR FUCKING SLUT WIFE AND SUCK HER BALLS BECAUSE CLEARLY YOU DONT HAVE ANY. IF YOU DID, YOU WOULD HAVE STOOD UP FOR ME. BUT YOU DIDN'T. YOU NEVER DID AND YOU NEVER WOULD AND NOW YOU'LL NEVER GET THE CHANCE TO. BECAUSE NOW I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU.
All of you motherfuckers, the gross little twelve year old who stares at me, the asshole behind the counter who calls me "sweety" and asks where my mother is, TC and your stupid girlfriend and our mutual friend (hi you slut!), my best friend, my step-mother and my step-sister and yes even my half-sister, and especially my father... all of you FUCKING BASTARDS CAN GO FUCK YOURSELF WITH A RUSTY PIPE. I FUCKING HATE YOUR GUTS. Okay. So I don't hate my best friend... BUT STILL FUCK YOU, DUDE. FUCK YOU!!!
Much love,
Marisa