Coming back to the net-world! [11 Jan 2008|12:49am] Hey all you folks out there in cyber-land! I know its been a really, really long time since I've written.  Everything is going pretty well though, I can't think of a thing to complain about right now!  Why have I been gone, you ask?  Well, Mother and I have been without computers for the past year and a half, after some stuff with Sheryl happened...  Yeah, it had me pretty pissed off and messed up for a while... but that's a story I'll tell another day. Anyways, I'm back and I plan on writing more soon!    post comment

Better days have arrived, my friends. [08 Sep 2005|10:30am] Guys, I can not tell you how relieved I am to let you know that daddy's going to be gone for a long time. He came back from his run away with the bimbo about 8 months ago, claiming to mother that he was changed and never going to hurt us again. What a bunch of lies... Apparently his girl on the side was visiting family in Mississippi when the hurricane came through... She is alright I guess, not that I care about her... But this has resulted in father travelling down there to "help her out." He tried to act like he was going to some of the harder hit places and people, like in New Orleans... But I know better, daddy wouldn't make an effort to help out any human being unless it resulted in him having some personal gain. I heard him talking on the phone a few nights ago, probably assuming that mother and I had long been asleep. Careless daddy, careless. You have to be more careful! Mommy's been watching the phone bills too because daddy's never home when the mail comes.. She calls some of the numbers he has called and she knows about all the potential girls he might have... I don't understand how he does it though.. He's certainly not very appealing. Maybe he has some sort of facade, an act he puts on.. Or maybe hes taking all our money and spending it on these cheap sluts that are destroying the chances of myself and mommy to ever escape from the life stuck in this apartment... The past 8 months have been really difficult... Daddy said I'd been on the computer too much, that there was way too many things for me to read and stumble upon on the internet, so hes kept the computer in his truck.. I've tried to go to a library or something... But father somehow always seems to know if I've been out too long. Sheryl is still being really nice to me... I don't see her as much as I used to, but we still run into each other at the play ground every now and then. She's becoming more beautiful with each passing day... But why should I concern myself with that sort of stuff... I should know better than assuming she would ever have feelings for me. Those short couple of months when father was gone were spent outside alot, I didn't feel like making an entry in my journal because it would only depress me... I learned some things about other kids though, being outside... Things that I guess you can only learn in public schools. There are people out there as mean as daddy and as sweet as mommy. Mommy has protected me... Teaching me some basic school subjects when daddy was out. He won't let me go because he thinks school will 'brainwash' me, but I know he's just afraid of me gaining any sort of intelligence... I don't hope for more suffering in the states just southwest of us... But I hope things require father to be gone for at least a couple weeks... So much to learn, so much to do before he gets back and the beatings resume... Please be safe everyone and wish me luck. post comment

Good golly you guys! [08 Nov 2004|01:39am] [ mood | happy ] I am so happy! Life has never been better than it has been in the past month or so! I can't believe it! Daddy supposedly ran away with that bimbo whore that he was sneaking around with and so mommy and I have been living by our lonesome in the happies days of our lives!! To top things off, I met a girl... Yeah, me... I met a girl outside at the playground the other day. I think she's a bit younger than I am, probably 14 or 15, but she's really nice. She's kinda cute too, like those girls you see on the W.B. Mommy's happy that I know a girl now, but she says I talk about her alot and that I should be careful. I haven't told her how old the girl, oh yeah, her name is Sheryl! I haven't told mommy how old Sheryl is, but I think that's okay because we're only friends. She grabbed my hand when we sat on the bench though... Oh gosh you guys, I better go for now, I'm starting to feel a little funny thinking about Sheryl. I hope daddy stays gone and Sheryl stays cute. I think she wants to show me her boobs, haha, oh gosh I can't believe I typed that in here. You guys, wish me luck! Talk to you later! post comment

Happy [31 Aug 2004|12:49am] [ mood | content ] Oh my God, you'll never believe the amazing twists of fate that have happened for me in the past couple weeks! Father was evidently cheating on mother at a hotel downtown (mother figured this out when she pieced some things together) and afterwords got a little bit drunk with his bimbo whore. She found his wallet and ran off with it, while he ended up venturing downstairs intoxicated and eventually got into an argument and hit one of the security guards. There were a few more swings and some yelling involved and by the end of it I think father got at least a month in jail. It could amount to more if further charges are pressed. I am so happy right now! That was the 24th when that happened, so I only had to endure one week of his fucking sadistic shit after my last post before this one. Things didn't get too much worse than the night that he had knocked me out of bed and sat on my back... He took a notecard and quickly sliced the skin under every one of my finger nails as I screamed and tried to smash him in the fucking weakened wrist.. That injury healed way too fast. But like I said, things are okay now, so I'm doing alright. My hands still tingle every now and then, but alot of my cuts and bruises are healing pretty quickly all over my body. I just pray to whatever God there might be that there are a fucking butt load of charges pressed against him.. Whatever they can think of.... Please Lord, if not for me, do it for my mother. 1 comment|post comment

tired [17 Aug 2004|11:50pm] [ mood | cold ] I am fucking fed up with the bullshit father tries to pull sometimes! He thought that placing a mouse trap under my pillow last Saturday would be good for plenty of laughs. When I happened to go to bed I slid my hands under my pillow, which I often do because its nice and cool, and SNAP! My index finger became quite purple and swollen... However, I am very pleased to announce that father had a slight slip in the kitchen the other day. He sprained a wrist, which is less than I had hoped for, but a tiny ray of sunshine in my otherwise horrible and gloomy days. He complains alot more than usual, but I can take that and am thankful in the resulted less beatings I am getting this week. My hair was starting to get a little long in the back, I thought it might be cool to grow it out like some of those guys I had seen on the television the other day, but father says I'm looking a bit "faggoty." I don't care what he says, he's the faggot! He's the one who has been taking advantage of my asshole for a good portion of the last ten years! For so long, I thought it was something families were supposed to do... He had me convinced of it until mom found out. I've probably had so much of his cum blasted up my ass over the years I could have crapped it all out and made a hundred tubes of cummy toothpaste or something... Fuck... I don't want to think about that anymore. Mom got me a copy of a Sonic the Hedgehog comic book. I really love my mommy, she takes such chances for me... If daddy found out about the comic books and cds and things she gave me, he'd probably beat her to a pulp and shoot cum up her asshole too... Though, sometimes I hear mommy making sounds of immense pleasure late at night, so she might like that sort of thing... That reminds me though... I sure could use a girlfriend. I want someone who would hold me and brush my hair as I read one of my comic books... I'm sad now, I better get to bed... Later you guys... Anyone who reads this... If you guys wanna leave comments... feel free! post comment

DEATH, PLEASE!! [12 Aug 2004|12:53am] [ mood | cold ] I don't want to live anymore! I want to be dead now, please.. Only... I don't want to take my own life, I want to be killed by someone other than father. I spend my nights locked up in my bedroom, my only contact with the outside world is this mechanical box that I can cry to... I hate it, I hate living like this, I hate the fact that my father told me to do what he told me today... He said I couldn't have any dinner tonight unless I ate the fetus that was growing inside of my cat... Of course I didn't do it, but that means that I didn't have anything to eat tonight either. Oh well, I might be able to get some bread or some water or something in a few hours if he goes to bed soon... Fuck. Life is horrible right now. Maybe when I get my glass of water... I can suffocate father tonight... post comment

my gerbil passed away today... [11 Aug 2004|01:24am] I couldn't believe it, I thought he'd gone away... Mom said they were working out some issues by seperating for a while but he came back today... I cried for about an hour before I was handcuffed to my bed and continuously beaten with my father's shoe. When he was done with that... he kicked my fucking gerbil Hamlet out of the second story window. I can't believe he did that shit. I've had that gerbil for nearly a year and it had become one of my only real friends in that short time. I cried again after that happened and father called me a pussy and said I needed to "grow a fucking dick and get out there and rape a bitch." I don't know what to do... he scares me more every day... Later guys.. post comment

daddy's lunch time [11 Aug 2004|01:14am] When I was 7, I had to eat a bowl of my own feces mixed with a big glass of my dad's urine. He thought this was amazingly funny and took pictures of it, which he still has and they are in the desk in his bedroom. I'm gonna kill that fuck_wad. post comment

father [08 Aug 2004|03:03am] Today I sat in the darkest corner of my room and thought about all those times that daddy dearest downed those bottles of booze... Then came the fights, the screaming, the holes in the walls from the punches and the thrown televisions... I can't believe I'm still alive, or more suprising... that I never killed him when I had the chance. Daddy shouldn't be allowed to live.. That fucking bastard... I'll tell you guys more later. post comment

[08 Aug 2004|02:58am] Hello everyone, I'm not giving my name out, I'll simply be The Play Thing. That's all daddy ever thought I was good for... post comment

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