What you said wasn’t what you wanted to say; but it has already been heard, and what has already been heard cannot be unheard. You can look at an old photograph and say, “Why did I ever think that those clothes looked good?” but it doesn’t change the fact that you thought it looked good. It doesn’t change the fact that you were once wrong. And once again you find yourself staring into a wrong, a much more harsh wrong that does not fade with time. Once again, however, you deter blame. It was an Emotionally Transmitted Disease we have been unable to rid ourselves of since we first set foot in its holy filth, so how were you expected to? Much stronger humans have tried. Even so you keep every memory close; recalling them with excruciating detail—every tear and chuckle, every smile and sorrow—because what are we if we are not our memories set in stone? Either way, you start to keep count and you wonder how many lies you have to tell yourself before you finally believe it. Blood and contradiction flow through those veins. “It’s no Big deal,” you scoff. In the end, they are holding hands, and you are holding hands, and we are holding our breath. It’s no mystery.

VICTOR once traveled to a land unknown to him. In this place of uncertainty, Victor met a creature which spoke all of the words of the world in one single breath. This creature was GOD, and this God was a God in all stretches of every definition of the word “God”. The miasma emitted by God was stifling and Victor’s eyes unfocused with the sharp clarity of the reality presented before him. Victor turned to leave this space; Victor turned his back to the one and only MEANING. Victor felt an unbearable pierce behind his left knee and screamed. Before him stood the entirety of the world and her people and her histories. Words were marked and Victor touched his fingertips to the source of pain, but felt no blood. Suddenly it was Christmas Eve 2043 and Victor lay sprawled across the wood floor from the blow of a right fist which connected with Victor’s left cheek. The man who owned the offending right fist was never given a name, and thus, did not have one to be called by. “Screw you,” said the man without a name, and walked away. VICTOR did not get back up and never would again.

The creature laughed, scornfully. "I," it said, "am frightened of nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Nothing," it said.
Charlie said, "Are you extremely terrified of nothing?"
"Absolutely terrified of it," admitted the Dragon.
"You know," said Charlie. "I have nothing in my pockets. Would you like to see it?"
"No," said the Dragon, uncomfortably, "I most definitely would not."
There was a flapping of wings like sails, and Charlie was alone on the beach. "That," he said, "was much too easy."

So I recently got in trouble, of course, and so Jack, my step-father, took it upon himself to lecture me. Some where in his long-winded bullshit, he revealed his reason into rush purchasing this house. I believe it was an attempt to prove that he does whatever he can for this "family" (I almost typed "shit family" when I realized "this" and "shit" have the same letters). Apparently he bought this house because he did not feel comfortable with me living with my dad because the children typically stay with the mother. Really? I just thought the children typically stay with the parent most capable. But Jack felt that the children should be with a mother and a man they had barely met. And I wonder, who the hell is he to make this kind of decision for people he does not know and for a situation he does not even comprehend?! Jack claims that the children should stay with the mother especially since has new "marriage" and didn't want his family to say anything about the "unusual" situation. The only thing I find unusually is a man making a life altering decision for three people he barely knows. I do not understand this concept of family these people try to portray? How is "family" defined? My mother says that I will not always have my friends but family will always be there. See I am left with discrepancy. What exactly makes Jack "family"? Because my mother chose him out of the however many billion men there are on Earth makes him "family"? Does a vow made in Las Vegas make him "family"? And if family can reach beyond the blood boundary lines, then what makes my friends any less of a "family" than Jack? I chose my friends on my own accord. I enjoy their presence. I do not detest their existence. They do not take it upon themselves to make decisions that take a major affect upon other's lives and come with lame excuses such as not wanting his family to talk about him. If they are your "family" than you should not  fear any whispers. And this man is so sexist. "The children should be with their mother." "It's the woman's job to cooks." "I'm the man of the house." "Powerpuff Girls is for little girls." Hah surely you jest! The poor man is blinded by his chauvinism. I doubt he has ever even watched such a fine animation as "The Powerpuff Girls." But I digress back to seriousness, I hate these people. I hate them. Yes I do appreciate that I have a roof over my head and such commodities as the internet, but nevertheless I truly hate who these people are to the very core.
On a lighter note: New Fullmetal Alchemist update. Ended with a major cliffhanger and I can't wait for the next update (a month away D:) but the more they update the closer to the end it gets. Ah oh well all good things must come to an end.

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