Back has been hurting.

Green eyes, everywhere.

Still alive post.

Father called. Whatever.

Father is alive somewhere. People say he wants to contact us, his children. They sure do say a lot of things.

Knew these days would come but JesusfuckingChrist it never feels good. Nice prison I have built myself. Same faces everyday. Same noises. Same posts. If anyone has need for me don't be hesitant.

Uncle didn't come to do things. That's fine I guess. I don't do things anyway.

Tomorrow comes the enduring of god speeches and guilt trips, probably. Or ,you know, he'll just forget all about it. Whatever.

strangers don't believe I'm older than them. =[

Well here is the bitch story. My uncle and I moved everyfuckingthing in one day with no help from the rest of the family. I'm sore and pissed. People offered to help after all the shit was done. Someone else from teh family started moving right after we were finished. They had the nerve to call us and ask for help after they knew only two people were doing this shit all fucking day. Fuck them.

Well I have to do 8 hour of community service due to moving and such. I'm gonna be homeless. Wuu~