Damien Thorn (sonofajackal) wrote in paragraffiti, @ 2009-12-20 19:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | damien thorn, zan |
I've heard of bad families, but.. damn. Never thought my foster dad would be trying to kill me in my own car. Fucking psycho. At least it wasn't on an altar this time My car stinks of brandy. Hypocrytical, self-righteous, religious fanatic dumbasses think they know it all, they're all crazy and stuid and wrong, like to see anybody in my shoes and THEN they can say they know me
Oh! And night before that, someone talked about love and then just took it away afterward. Anybody figure out what all this is? Or why? Is it like therapy or something? The PTB or the SP do this, or someone else? Because I gotta say, I didn't make any appointment. This is like Dr. Phil.. on crack. Why am I hearing trumpets right now