In memory of you

I was sad to see you go, but i knew it was needed. There was no life for you here, you could do anything except sit around. you were blind, diabetic, had only one leg, your foot only had a few toes left on it, and you were in a wheel chair. Doctors were angry at your decision, but they had no idea what you were put through. I respect your decision, and they should have to. Your life was over, i guess there just wasn't anything left here for you. I know your in a better place now. Well you damn well should be! because you deserved to be treated well, you were a wonderful person, so i hope you moved on to a life much greater then you had. I just want you to know that i loved you, and still do. You were an amazing person, and i couldn't have asked for a better uncle.

Loser Face

fuck you. i don't consider you part of my family. your just i stupid little selfish man who happens to live in the same house that i do. Just because my mom married you doesn't mean i have to like you or respect you. How can i respect a lazy, alcoholic who makes everyone around him
ca tor to his every need. "Jessica, get the wine", "Jessica, poor me a glass", "Jessica, take out the garbage." and so on. well guess what! take out the garbage yourself, its your shit to, poor your own dame glass of wine, last time i checked you had 2 legs and 2 arms, so get off your lazy ass and use them, maybe you will lose some wait and not be so fat if you learned how to do things for yourself. Don't tell me I'm lazy and spoilt when I'm not the won hogging the TV. i hate how your always right!....well, i mean i hate how you always think your right and if your not you will fucken lie till the end, to make it all seem legit. you ling little fuck, stop trying to play god cause your closer to being the devil then then an angle. You think you won the fight, but sometimes what you win isn't as important as what you lost, and you lost me.

Why bother trying when you'll never be pleased

not so happy? well don't take it out on my. Don't tell me i don't do anything to help around the house. Don't call me a lire when your the one who is ling. I love how you think you know me and have figured me out, when i just found out you know nothing about me. be honest you think I'm a selfish bitch. You think everything i do, i do it to make you angry. well guess what, in the 4 years Ive lived with you i think its sad you don't know me at all. Honestly i don't care enough about you to waist my time thinking about how i can make your life miserable. You think i walked out after you yelled at me because i was to fucking lazy to do the dishes. well shit that would have been allot easier then packing up my stuff, getting dressed and walking down the street calling all my friends to see if i could stay over for awhile. and why would i do this? not because I'm lazy, but because i didn't feel like i was wonted, in fact whenever your home i never feel like I'm wanted. i get home and hang out in the living room. but then when i hear the garage door open i freak out; this is the stuff i would never tell you, why? because i don't want to be the one who breaks up our family; so i hear you coming in the house and i quickly run up stairs, and hope that you didn't see me and wont talk to me. why? because you never have something good to say. "Jessica clean up your mess", well guess what ken my mess is cleaned up, but for some reason there is 4 people living in the house and I'm the only one whose mess it could be. I don't do the dishes or take out the garbage or the recycling, i don't empty the dishwasher or even load it back up. i don't know how to vacuum. the cat and the fish must be dead because i don't feed them.....oh wait i do all those things but yet I'm being told i don't. well fuck you! do you even know how to do any of that shit? cause you never do it. ya I'm a women and i should be in the kitchen, but i will not keep poring your drinks and doing your shit and have you blame it on me. Whose pop bottles are sitting on the counter? whose alcohol isn't put away, who drinks every night and wont admit hes a drunk?...well i can tell you one thing, its not me. you know what, its probably you, because i don't think I've ever seen you drink something without alcohol in it. So i guess what I'm saying is, i give up trying to please you and make you happy. because i will never live up to your very high expectations. I'm not your daughter and never will be. just because your real daughter would do everything from taking the garbage out to balancing your check book, doesn't mean I'm going to.you Don't make me feel welcome in my own house and i don't give a shit about you, in fact your a bitch!