I wrote that post in haste and in hatred. I'm sick of people trying to stifel my creative outlet. The best thing my parents could do is kick my ass out, and I plan on moving out as soon as my money is setteled. Normally I'm not a drama queen. I was just very pissed off. I will not stop blogging in my name, and no I didn't post on my mother's facebook about my book. My mom puts up clips of my book all the time. I can't stop her.
To the guy who said the book was poorly writen, as in Judy Blume on crack, you obviously never read the book, and if you did thanks for buying it. You just made me 20 percent of 15.04. If all you read was my blurb then you have no idea what the book is about because I changed a lot of things in the editing process.
I write, Its what I do. No one can stop me from doing such a thing. The fact that I'm not afraid to use my real name, and not some anonymous name gives me the guts to be truthfull. Under an anon writer, I could be some hack from Idaho who just makes up everything.
As most of you know by now, I'm not going to kill myself. I'm too chicken shit. So to all of you who are offended by what I write just go away. Read my stats, I get over 200 hits a day, and more than half stay for an hour. What I'm writing is resonating with people.
I do not apologize to my aunt, because she wants me to shut down the blog. Not like that's going to stop me from what I'm doing. Its not going to stop my suicidal ideations.
I went to the bar the other day, with a guy I've been seeing, and he reads this shit, but he never mentions it to anyone, he keeps it to himself. He understands its like a journal. A journal for all to read.
Yes, I'm 28 and yes I shouldn't able to live with my parents. I try to tell them, and they think if they let me go I'll just get worse. Maybe I will maybe I won't. I applied for a part time job in a coffee shop today, and I've got a plan to move to the pacific northwest.
I can't help if my mom plugs my book on Facebook. My family is dysfunctional, I'll be the first to admit, but we love each other.
I just can't stand being told to shut up about my life. I tried to end my blog, and guess what, no one believed me. I never had so many hits in the three days that was posted, and how many FB friend request I got just to see if I was alive. Your obsessed with me, and I didn't ask for that. Just read what i write. That's what a blog is for.
I made up a new dance move, its called move the fuck on with your life.