And then there was my sister's dad, we only shared a mom, he lived with us for a while, she's still close with him, as close as you can be to a soulless autist (not all autists are soulless but this one is). One time when she was visiting after the divorce (I stayed because the jackass didn't care what I did, my house was the no rules house) they were in his room with the door locked and the tv on and wouldn't answer the door, pretty sure some pedophilin' was going on but it was just a feeling. The door was typically never locked and she wasn't having a meltdown so it wasn't a private conversation or anything. I needed to ask a question, was ignored, and got annoyed. Never found out if it was what I think it was but I mentioned it to my mom years later and the dumb bitch couldn't wipe it off her face that, yea, he probably was. Why are bitches so dumb? Cunts so stupid? You let your ugly greasy sweaty stinky spider father with his gross stick limbs and his undefined torso and his abnormal affect which lacks all charm? Gross. Ew. Especially when I'm in the house? Have some dignity, go hide, nasty asses.
When I hear someone talking I walk as far away as possible and try to distract myself so if I'm interrogated I can prove I wasn't listening (not a good liar), these people though? Do they care? No, they'll listen right in, right up against the door if they could.
Sister too but at least they didn't grow up with me so they have an excuse. This bitch will literally evesdrop on me and then lie about it. Little bitch destroyed my entire garden once with bleach for a laugh, with my mom's help. Great family I come from. Real respectful. Boundary respecters.
Couldn't stay away for long... I'm not addicted to the internet I'm addicted to YOU, if you deliver human interaction I AM ADDICTED TO YOU
I should take a break from the internet but it's the only place I have anyone to talk to but it's also got insane shit on it
The second tenant of the Church of The Trench: After nothingness, be joyous. You're meant to be joyous, I'm meant to be joyous, all together, united. We're not meant to fight, and argue amongst ourselves, we're meant to celebrate, and to be joyous. We should be cheering together about life, but we're not. Sometimes things go wrong, sometimes there's nothing to cheer about. In moments of darkness as in moments of light we can feel the power of The Trench, its depth, its crushing, all encompassing, absolute, pressure. From all angles there is pressure upon you in The Trench, and the deeper you go, the haeder it will be. So celebrate hard, to make up for the pain.
"We give these unto The Trench, our sins, Amen"
The Trench