FIRST post of the yeahhhh!

Happy New Year everyone.. Well, mine starts a week after the actual beginning. I am misleadingly slow that way...

Happy 2011 everyone...

This is my first blog post... I start it as a cow... i'm 'mooooo-dy'. :) get it? moooody? (fark, it's not working)

i will start about how i have a bittersweet relationship with everyday people i'm forced to live with. so, its a fairytale moment playing with mummy. and then, things start to suck. *wonderful, my Godparents are here!* and then, she pushes me off because. i start to play with one of my aunts. i get pushed. My mother hits my head with her knuckles.. probably by accident, but she was snapping at me. *ferociously sharp canine teeth- you know where i'm getting at* then she apologizes. Unsincere, much??

i lose my appetite. i eat little. My godparents wonder. My mum ignores. I feel like stabbing everyone in that house. Goddamn it! So who do i run to? Daddddeeeeee! While i'm talking to my dad about how hurt i am, this is what happens. Dear Aunty nosy Rita (Skeeter) tries to invade the personal tension i'm going through. And being in that extremely sad-angry mode i automatically switched to, i snapped back at her, "YOU. stay OUT. of this." and, the oh-so-wonderful Angelene, started to correct me. "No, YOU. STAY.OUT. OF THIS. TOO" was my simple and firm reply.

i'm not sorry that i had to put this post up, because in actual reality, nobody really listens to what i have to say. I have to pick the right people to talk to. And sometimes, (now i'm sorry for saying this, but..) my cousins aren't always the best people to talk to either. There are the very few that have gained my trust and love, and some have broken it. My dear Angelene and Rita, you crossed the line, trying to 'help'. Next time, DON'T.