What a messed up week it’s been so far.
My so-called “mother“, the demented child neglecting woman who knowingly married an alcoholic, drug-addicted moron that still owes me more money than he’ll ever make, has apparently not only disowned my 15 year old brother after beating the crap out of him and throwing him out of their house, but now, also seems to claim that she owns everything in his room, including clothes, toys, school books, CDs, the 2 computers I gave him and his collection of Pokemon figurines, and will not even let him back in the house to pick up his clothes.
Oh, and here’s the best part: The “mother” on holiday and has ordered her brat daughter not to open the door should my brother wish to enter. This hideous being has the audacity to ask for the keys and passwords to his computers from behind the door, while laughing and saying “you don’t live here anymore…!”.
So, when my younger brother came to my place bruised and cut, I asked him to dial their home number. As soon as my “mother” picked up the phone, I called her some names, told her she deserves to die, and hung up. I still stand by that. Someone who psychologically and psychically abuses children deserves to DIE…or at least get thrown in a mental institution for a few decades.
Ain’t I got Didn’t I have a lovely family?
Mac-ovod 
Tanin 
Vpwcn 
Junaid 
Enzo 
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PSP 
Rupert Morris 
Re: Reflections
As much as I hate involving law enforcement, shouldn’t you be able to get an escort for him to go pick up some of his things? I don’t know how things work overthere but I’m sure you can call the magistrate and find out what can be sorted out.
YOU KILLED YOUR FRUIT!!!!! =(
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Actually that’s what we did a few days ago, but they said they weren’t responsible for stuff like that. So, yesterday, just after I wrote the above we went there again and this time SHE called the cops…They show up (which was exactly what we wanted) and I tell them “we actually called you a few days ago, but you decided not to show up.”, then, about 20 minutes later, they’re like “why didn’t you call us before?”, so i’m thinking “i’m either talking to a wall, or these aren’t the sharpest knives in the drawer”. So, they opened the door, my brother went in, got some of his stuff and we left. Anyway, the sister told then she didn’t open the door because we (me and my brother) were going to kill her (yeah, kill her, but decide to hang around waiting for the cops to show up), so I got my very first restraining order thanks to my crazy ass sister.
How was your day?
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Good, I’m glad he got his stuff back.
Yesturday I got my bird cage. =)
I gotta get a few toys to fill it in.
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Nice solid cage. Mine’s a little higher and about twice as wide, but without the playground and jacuzzi on the roof…