Well yesterday I was puking and today I didn’t go to school but I went to work and then when I got home from work I had to watch my sisters and run around my house doing chores because Ron was too lazy to get off his damn ass to anything fucking about it!!! I couldn’t even go to bed like I wanted, I had started feeling sicker and still I couldn’t, no no no, I had to go give his kids a bath, do the dishes and the trash…none of which I used by the way… but still who is doing all that fucking shit? Me!! it’s so fucking insane…I asked my mom to pick me up some canned cat food and some kitty litter and so she did and had Ron bring it home when he came here after taking her to work <since she still doesn’t have her license back and what not> and when he walks up stairs and says the cat stuff is out in my truck. He couldn’t even fucking bring the shit inside, he was walking inside and he couldn’t even do that shit, couldn’t walk in into the fucking garage! What a last fucking bastard, I mean I was giving his kids a fucking bath and getting them dressed when he came home and as soon as he comes home it’s bed time for them so he doesn’t have to fucking watch them. I’m home less often and I’m still fucking watching them more than he fucking is. It’s god damn fucking ridiculous. I fucking hate him, I really fucking do. He doesn’t deserve to be a fucking father, doesn’t deserve to even see them!!! Sure as hell doesn’t deserve my mother, though she has her faults, he doesn’t deserve her in the least. Then when I’m over heating <like I do a lot and esp. when I get sick> I can’t even walk around my own fucking house because he’s there and his eyes tend to stare more at me than at that fucking mind sucking TV. I don’t try to wear sexy clothes or revealing clothes or anything of that shit and one of the whole fucking main reason all my damned clothes are so fucking bagging is because I don’t’ want him or other guys looking at me but he still fucking does!!! What the fuck did I ever do to him to make him want to look at me?!?! Mother fucker, I hate him and hate this mother fucking house and it’d just be so much fucking better if he wasn’t here. Then I wouldn’t mind being here and I would do so much shit more than I already do…not sure how but I would…esp. after I got my license and shit and then it’d all be better…why the fuck can’t he just die??? I used to think that it’d be better for the girls to know a father growing up, even though he’s a fucked up father it’d be better for them to know him but now I really don’t agree with that shit…no I fucking don’t. I just want him to fucking die and burn in fucking hell which is what he deserves…he deserves to be castrated and then have his eyes cut out and his balls fucking cut out and put in the place where his eyes used to be and then stripped down, coat and then clothes and then skin and then muscles and then have the bones hanging out with all the layers stripped down and left on the floor….let him just rot there and no one care about him. Let everyone see what evil he has done fore nobody seems to notice it otherwise…unless we draw some sort of attention to him and if that doesn’t then I really don’t know what else fucking could…Haha that’s funny, talking all this shit is making me feel better…I’m mean I was about to break down and now I feel a little better…is that a bad sign? lol I don’t care whether it is or not. He is going to make my sisters lives hell and there’s nothing I can really do about it and I just want to fucking kill him but I’m going to go for now before I do something real stupid…

Buh~Byez…