If you want the stories of an angry testosterone filled 18 year old adult male, then keep reading, if not, then go fuck yourself.

Tuesday, 25 May 2010

Crucifiction of a forgiving God

Sometimes, the idea of crucifying my whole family brings me nothing but pleasure. When was the last time this happened you ask me....
How bout right now.

Reasons why:

My cousin, Louisa: having gone through all 100 pics on my facebook account, she printed off all the ones of me with women, and give them to my grandma. Some of them are incriminating. Im sure my grandma doesnt want to see me dancing with lots of different women. Now louisa may only be 12, and she doesn't know whats she's doing, but i've had enough of it. She needs to be taught a lesson. Bitch.

My father, Royston: in traditional Town House style, we all got hoodies in the Town House colours..... purple and gold. Almost all of us got purple, me included, and when he saw this, he had the audacity to tell my other set of grandparents that i was gay, forgetting of course that he was wearing a pink shirt. Wanker.

My mother and father, Sandy and Royston: My mother for attempting to guilt trip me about me not going on holiday with my family. My father for, having told me he'd always support me, for refusing to give me any money if they go away with out me, and locking me out to house. Cunts.

My sister, Charlotte: Anarexic bitch, complains every meal time. I cooked pasta for the whole family for tea, she took one taste, pulled a face of disgust, pushed her plate away and went upstairs. Nope, i'm not having that. If i cook for you, you fucking well eat it. Whore.

My grandparents, Ann and Brian: for deciding to come round this weekend. I have no problem with them, they are probably in the few i wouldn't kill, but Karla and Memo, my cousins, who they bring round are devils. I will try and work, they will run up to my room, jump on me, tell me to come play outside, if i say no, they go cry and say i'm being mean. Here i should also mention my sister, who refuses to help anyone with them. Little shits, Bitch.

Put out the crosses, they can play jesus, i'll play pilate.

On that religious note, i advise you all listen to underoaths 'Spirit of a Living God'. its one a great song, but the intro is the best. Its a monologue of one of the band members, about his relationship with Christ. I'm no christian, but i'm trying to find some God, because i have to. I can't deal with an empty heart. You'll all think i'm stupid. but a God might be what i need right now. There is a void in my life, and i want it filled, perhaps a God may help me fill it.

Its late, i can't even speak.

My dad just told me he's gonna miss me next year. I forgive you dad. I forgive you......

Gods help me.

I love you all,

Jx

Song of the day: 'Spirit of a Living God' - Underoath
Quote of the day: 'This... goes out to people... who are broken hearted, people who just can't handle life anymore, people who fall down onto their knees at night and cry. There is a better way, and we have found out, please don't give up, there is a better way.' - Dallas Taylor, of Underoath 97-03

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