Well, I have a reason to update, finally!
It has come to my all-important attention, that my grades are down. Who knew? Well, I know I did, and my parents. There are some explanations as to why they are down, such as called by my parents. I will list these in an orderly fashion, as not to cause severe confusion in the masses.
1: The reason for my grades being down, is simply not wanting to do them. My opinion in the matter carries no strength. It is meaningless. They control my thought, pushing false facts into my mind. I did not "forget" to do it. "Forgetting" is nothing. It doesn't exist. I chose, on my own, to not do the work, ever. Even if I didn't understand such work and I turned it in, I still didn't do it, which results in bad grades.
2: My drug activity increased due to a rise in social contact with other people. To solve this, it seems, I am limited to only weekend being spent with such social contacts I like to call friends. The "group" I hang out with is full of trouble. The leader, the one man who influences me, an adult of 18 years, is a 16 year old diabetic that goes by the name of Michael Curtis, also known as Vengeful_Scars. He pushes everything into my mind and makes me do bad things. Hell, I bought the shoes I am wearing solely on him wearing the same kind, yet only a different color. I didn't buy them because they were comfortable, I bought them because [b]he[/b] wore them. Also, my clothing attire has changed dramatically from shirts with funny, almost witty sayings on them to more dressy, almost attractive shirts. Again, that is a byproduct of one Michael Curtis, holding a gun to my head, and telling me how to dress. I guess my own attractiveness and my own wanting to actually acquire a female plays no part in this.
All in all, they blame everything around me, for problems that can only be blamed on their parenting skills. Hell, look at me, I'm such a failure. My grades havn't hit the needed mark they need to. It's my friends fault though. I'm not a human being, I can't make mistakes. I have to be perfect in every way while living an unperfect life. Well, I should pose this question to my parents the next time they want to start some shit over me:
Instead of blaming my friends, the world, and that dead possum that you guys saw on the road, why don't you take a gander at yourselfs int he mirror. You taught me everything I know. You bought me everything I had. It's not my friends fault, it's not anyones fault but yoursleves. Look at your own daughter, she was pregnant by the age of 16, and she never completed highschool. I'm a failure in your eyes. So what's the real question? It's not what I have been doing wrong, it's what you have been doing wrong, for these 18 years.
Well, that feels much better to get out of my system. In othe rnews, I like Mountain Dew. I also like pizza, riding bikes in the sand, and cutting off little babies life organs. I'm one sadistic satanizing fucker aren't I. Holy fuck, I'm an atheist! Hi Mommie and Daddie! :wave: