December.

When i write, it is only me.

 There is no:

 Horrible mom who makes my cry myself to sleep.

Very nice dad who does anything for me.

Crazy brother who is was too immature to understand things

Little brother who im scared for so very much.

When I'm posting these blogs I am Me. I could care less about what people at school will say. I could care less what courts and 'high power' people could say.

When I write, I become my own person. The world suddenly belongs to me again and nobody can take it away.

My blog, my journals, and my drawing are the only things that belong to me. And i know I'll never lose them. 

This is me and I don't care if you don't like it or not. Theres a pretty little 'X' at the top of the page. 

Notes for the Infamous:

• Don't be all "YOU NEVER POSTED ABOUT ME -___-"
• Don't make me write about you. 
• Don't tell me what to feel.
• Don't comment on my stuff telling me 'ugh -__-" or any of your teen slang......
• DO NOT (I repeat) DO NOT tell people to get on my blog and read this. This is MY personal life. Let them find it themselves.
• Don't you dare, ever judge me for what I write. It is MY life. Not yours.

December 15, 2010.

How can I explain today. Let's sum it up in one word: Horrid.

I don't really feel in the GIRLFRIEND mood. Or in the SISTER mood. Or in the DAUGHTER OF A CRAZY CRACKHEAD mood. 

She is not my mother.

She is... a monster.

Heres why: She's ruining my life and taking the most important thing and my only reason for living away. Seriously, If it wasn't for that baby I would have been dead long ago. 

Heres the custody agreement.

Monday: Me, Joshua, and Adrian are my dads all day.

Tuesday: Same as Monday.

Wednesday- Joshua and Adrian go to there mothers from 2-8:45.

Thursday- Joshua goes with his mom.

Friday- Same as Wednesday.

Weekends: Joshua and Adrian go to their mothers from 3-9.

Every other holiday- Joshua and Adrian spend it with their mothers.

Ahhh, you noticed my name isn't with Joshua's and Adrian's. Well, thats because I'm not going to agree to that. I am not going to give up my life for that psychotic little whore..

IDGAF if she WAS my mother..

God, I hate her. It's like, I take 3 Steps towards being with my dad and get knocked 13 steps back to her. It's a paradox. I cannot win. 

He's my brother too.. Don't I get time with him? Two days and 2 hours is not enough time for a baby to spend with his sister. 

Worst of all, she wins mother of the god-damned year. SHES NOT A MOTHER. SHES A PSYCHO.

I don't know.

Just end it Margaret. Forget all of the pain she's causing you.. End it.. Before I do. 

Remember a couple post ago i talked about the other me. I'm welcoming her back into my life. Because I don't think I can live alone anymore. 

I've got some plans for tomorrow.

Not all of them good.

Not all of them bad.

Most of them include...

Torture.

And, I'm going to love EVERY minute of it.