dont read this please

please dont read this

please dont read this, for the third or fourth time. its literally just me complaining and venting even though most people have it worse. i just need somewhere to document my thoughts, so dont get this confused with a quality story line or anything cool like that.

i live a seemingly normal life. i am almost fourteen years old, im going to start highschool soon, and like half of our oh-so-great america, my parents are divorced. then my parents both remarried other people, and my dad stayed married while my mother divorced again. then my ex-step dad got mad and helped my father win me for eighty percent of my life in court. lucky me. my mother now has a boyfriend, who i see as a dad, although i must be a pretty dissapointing, unnoficial step kid. along the way my mother had another kid, and so did my dad. my mother got there first, nice job mom. i have a sister from my mother, ill call her my partner, and i have a sister from my father whos five years younger than me, ill call her spawn of satan. my partners awesome, we get along and have fun and all that junk. spawn  of satan is a whole nother story, and i hater her, so lets move on.

love my mother, hate my father. whoa, bet you didnt see that coming. another angsty kid with dad issues. excuse me while i go gasp. anyways, my dad decided at an early age, my first week home from the hospital after being born over a month early and staying in an incubator for a while to be exact, he took a week off of work to stay home and bond with me. my mom fed me, bathed me, changed my diaper, trimmed my nails, dressed my up, whole nine yards. then he comes home, and his first words are 'i dont feel like baby time right now' and he spends the whole week playing video games. then when he got me for a majority of the time, he decided to spend it out and about with some friends and dumped me on my great grandparents, who essentially raised me. present day, he has a whole liscensed and official company for gaming. yay me, again. however, somewhere along the line, avoiding me wasnt enough to dispel his pure hatred for me. in case you couldnt guess at it, this story gets physical, heres your disclaimer. one time i made the mistake of wearing shorts and some friends noticed the big patch of broken blood vessels on my leg. woops.

but yeah, my mom sure knows how to pick em. my step father wasnt much better before she divorced him too. but that seems like a nice start to this heard-it-all-before story, so ill end this annoying list of complaints before your eyes start to bleed.

     sincerely-
          me