NuclearCakeMix

I read a treatise from an old Muslim text in one of my classes about the perfect number of wives. Four. One would be too boring, two would constantly be at odds with each other, If you had three two would always be ganging up on one, but if you had four, alliances would shift from time to time, and that much competition would assure harmony.

Four. No wonder they were always involved in holy wars. It was to get away from their wives.

Failure stepmother is putting up every roadblock possible to keep me from getting a job because the slut wants me to be her errand boy until shes dead then eternally afterwards.
Needless to say, she isnt bothering raising her OWN two little sluts I have to call sisters and blames me for every bj the 12 year old brat gives to some guy and for breaking her nose when I woke up to find the 12 yo trying to shove a metal spike into a stitched up cut...


Hating life,
Ncm

Not much has changed. I opened up to a friend and I sort of got dismissed in what seems like the nicest way possible. School is hell. My friends jackass meter has gone up about 9001% too.

Why cant girls be easy to seduce. As a guy, if I get a good steak dinner I'd let the girl do just about anything I wanted, but spending months just getting buried in the friend zone when everyone has like 4 million? Fuck that

Note: I know nobody probably gives a shit about me, but hell, I'm doing it for myself, to open up to others, and stop scaring people away.

Well, damn, this is probably the longest I have ever done something to try and crawl out of the pit I have been in since mother died at age seven. I've hidden myself inside my planned paths, and I've probably lied too much, but where was I supposed to go? No snowball in hell that I would trust a therapist that has to legally release everything to parents who I will never be able to love. The people at my school have an average IQ in everything except football of about 11.

About the note in the beginning, I do actually scare people. I think it's a subconcious aura of basically melancholy, very depressive and, most depressingly, even if I'm happy, anyone around 6 or under is scared of me!

I have opened up to a friend who has moved away, not even sure why, but I feel I can really talk with her. It all came out in about 4 paragraphs of about how fucked up I am, and I don't know if she is scared of me too now.

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Shit, I'm a fucked up bastard with trust issues, I'm hopeless.

Nothing much happening, spring break so I'm sleeping in, catching up on videogames, reveling in time away from my irl friends. That kind of shit... Ah how I love not having to see her on a daily basis, well, them, both my crushes if having two is possible. They are cometely different in all but gender too which is weird.

Anyway, I gotta go before the fecal matter hit the proverbial rotary impeller device.