Oops

Please excuse the mess atm, I tried to import my Tumblr and it didn’t go so well. I’m deleting all the posts now. If anything looks messed up or any pages are gone, that’s why.

Edit: Okay, I finished deleting everything. I found a couple things I accidentally deleted and restored them, but I’m not going through 344 items to see if there is anything else. I do a backup with every new post, so it’s not that big a deal.

Since I’m here I might as well address some things. I haven’t been posting much because really there isn’t much to post about. There isn’t a whole lot of variation in my life, and everything that was true last week, last month, last year, is probably true now. There are other things I could blog about like current events and news, but for several years I’ve tried to avoid controversy because I did all that in my mid teens. Obviously that didn’t work. I had no idea a simple review and guide would garner the scorn it did. I didn’t realize people would take my opinions about some websites as personal attacks against them. I know about Justin Bieber and Twilight’s rabid fans reacting badly to criticism of them, but I never thought some comparatively small (to Justin Bieber and Twilight, so STFU) game sites would cause the same insanity. While those people deserve derision, had I known what would happen I probably wouldn’t have bothered because it isn’t worth it. I have the other guide but I don’t know if I want to post it. I like virtual pet sites and adoptables games, I am familiar with them, and the intention of the guides are to help others of the same inclinations find sites that are a good fit for them, whatever site that may be, whether it’s one I like or not. But I know it’ll just make some people pissy again. I’m not 14 anymore, and I don’t want to have to deal with the silliness of people who are. What’s done is done, but I don’t want to invite more trouble which is why I usually keep my mouth shut (and stay away from message boards) and limit personal opinions to Twitter where they’re more likely to vanish into the ether, forgotten. So that’s why I haven’t been posting here much for… a while now. And that’s why I was trying to import my Tumblr. I’m not that into Tumblr, but I occasionally reblog things I find funny. I wanted to bring some new content over here but it was just a formatting mess. Anyway, I still don’t know what to blog about. Originally it was venting due to my screwed up mother. I’m away from her now, and while things are still screwed up, once again there’s very little variation with it. I thought about just sticking with content updates, but right now I’m pretty much just working on my fanlistings. I got approved for the Clovis la Britannia fanlisting, and Schneizel’s got a new layout, and I’m doing some other things with them. I made some icons for them both so I’ll probably bring them over here at some point, and do individual posts announcing the updates to them. I’m just going to stop now before I ramble any more. All I wanted to say was why I haven’t been posting and it turned into this.

Every Year Worse Than Before

I had to push myself to write this because I really don’t want to. Living it and thinking about it is enough, I don’t want to write about it as well. But I have to. All this began quite a few weeks ago. It was when we were out of food stamps and money, so I wasn’t eating. Then my mother got fired from her job. I’ve said before that she’s been having continuous constipation. My mom said that one day while at work at Rite Aid she was with a coworker and took out a sepository (not looking that spelling up) told the woman she was doing it, and left a note on the package for the manager saying she would pay for it on payday, and let the woman know what she was doing. After my mom was gone the woman (her name is Anna, I think, not sure of the spelling) called the companies 800 number and reported my mom for stealing. She was suspended for 3 days and then fired. My mom said her boss and other coworkers were very upset, because they all think Anna is a backstabbing bitch (which she is). My mom’s boss liked her too, but there was nothing he could do with the companies decision.

My mom started looking for a couple new jobs, and still is, I don’t think she’s been trying very hard. This was a huge, horrible blow. Even at Rite Aid we were living paycheck to paycheck and never had any money. She’ll be taking a big pay cut when she finally does find work. But that’s not the half of it. Instead of seriously looking for a new job (which I don’t think she has) she came up with a new plan, get rid of me and get a roommate.

She wanted to send me to my great aunt Laura’s in Maryland, who while seems nice, I’ve only met a few times. The roommate she was talking about was that psycho she had met down at the bar and started practically living with (she was paying the rent of our apartment but staying with him all the time) after she had only met him 1-3 months prior. There was no way I was going down to Maryland. My mom first told me about the roommate plan on the day I hurt my foot. I was upset and against my better judgement I had called her. I was hurt and scared and wanted my mother. She was drunk, and she immediately turned the whole thing about her, though she would’ve done that even if she hadn’t been drinking. She had watched Dr Oz earlier that day and there was a segment on cancer, so she decided she must have colon cancer since she can’t go the bathroom. She hadn’t had any tests done (and still hasn’t even though she has the prescription for it, and has had plenty of time) she kept saying she knew she had cancer. She also said we had to get a roommate. I called Cynthia directly after that, sobbing because of my horrible mother. She said then that I could stay with her while my mom had the roommate, but didn’t mention it again. After that there was little mention of the roommate, though practically every time I saw her she was trying to get me to go to Maryland. She also decided that we were both going to go on disability, her for depression, and me for OCD. My great aunt has been telling her for years to try to have me put on disability and SSI, and I even had the papers from a former doctor listing disability for six months, but she never did anything about it – until it was convenient for her and she wanted the money. Now she’s making $205 a month off of a health issue she caused. The day we went to the doctor she mentioned the roommate thing again and said she was serious. I said that either way I wouldn’t be there. When she asked why I said Cynthia had told me when I first heard about it that I could stay with her, which wasn’t lying, she did say that. But she hadn’t mentioned it again, and I didn’t tell her I was going to stay with her. Of course what I really meant was I was going to kill myself. At the doctors I had planned on getting the prescriptions for my blood test, CT scan, and MRI. When I got them, on the first of November and beginning of December last year my mother took them from me and promptly lost them. She refused to go to the doctors and get them again, or get them when she was already at the doctors. Since I was there this time, I was going to ask. Then after my mom finished her appointment with him she came in with him to sit in on my appointment! When I got dizzy she told him “well we usually only eat once a day” and when I told her I wanted the blood test, CT scan, and MRI papers she said “what you think you still need it?” about the MRI. She was diagnosing me and ridiculing me in front of the doctor! When she said that about the MRI I told her to stop it, and on the way out she said she didn’t mean it like that, but I know she did. When somethings wrong with her its the end of the world, when somethings wrong with something else they’re a hypochondriac. Last summer when I getting numbness, and having trouble swallowing, and a myriad of other recurring symptoms, she told me to take prozac so I wouldn’t worry about it. So I still don’t have the papers for the blood test, CAT scan or MRI. When I told her she acted surprised, and when I told her several more times. No, I’m suddenly healed! I have no more numbness, pain, my blinding headaches and dizziness are gone, my balance and coordination has returned, I don’t walk into walls anymore or start falling down for no reason! My memory is now perfect and I have no problems talking, writing, or thinking. Yay! Of course I still need the freaking CT scan and MRI!!! What does she think, Jesus decended from heaven and healed me? Everything that was wrong then still is now. The numbness isn’t as bad, and I while I still have trouble swallowing I’m managing the problem, but everything else is the same and as bad as ever. And apparently the dolt doesn’t realize that if there was serious damaged caused by the head injury it’s permanent, unlike the temporary OCD disability the doc signed off on. Now I have to go to a doctor for OCD and possibly be put on medication. I refuse to talk to a psychologist or be put on meds. The reason for the first is I not only don’t like talking to people about my feelings, but I have physical difficulty talking. I can’t remember words or what to do with them, and things always come out jumbled. The reasons I don’t want to be on medications are first of all my mother thinks of it as a way to get me to shut up, second medication comes with side effects, and I have so many problems to begin with I don’t need the it to be made worse. The third reason is I’ve been like this for a very long time, and I don’t want to take something that will change me into something I’m not. Another reason for both the shrink and the meds is I really don’t think they’ll help me with either OCD or depression. Yes, some depression is caused by a chemical imbalance, and while I don’t doubt I do have one, the majority of my depression comes from outside problems. Problems that can’t be fixed, glossed over, or gotten over.

My mother started cleaning earlier this week, possibly late last week, and kicked it into high gear. She said she might bring someone with her to help her clean, which infuriated me. She wanted to bring in that psycho to go through our things, my things?! And she did, though the first day all he did was sit on the couch and watch TV. I had been going to my great aunt Cynthia’s almost every day to eat, so I retreated to her place later on. When I got back the place was still a mess, this time of trash bags, empty totes, and filled totes to go into the closet. The bed was fixed up in my old room, the one I had left last year, the bed made, and stuff piled in front of and on my dresser. He moved in that day. Just like that. As if I wasn’t a bundle of nerves and anxiety, with my depression was worse than ever that that night my mom just ignited the situation. She came into my room that night and accused me of taking a pillow out of the dryer. She said she put the pillow in the dryer and it wasn’t there anymore. I didn’t take anything out of the dryer or even touch it. I did go into the room briefly to see what she had done and then closed the doors to the washed and dryer (which some genius put in the closet of that bedroom) so that cat wouldn’t jump back there. My stupid mom had left the door to the bedroom open, and the door to the washer and dryer open, when she knows that cat’d get into everything. My mother didn’t believe me and even called Cynthia to say I had stolen her pillows. Then she twice searched my room (her old one) for it. It was half funny to see her searching for something she couldn’t possibly find hidden since I didn’t take it, but also infuriating because I don’t like being accused of things I didn’t do, and then have no one believe me. The next day we went downtown and I asked her if she had found the pillow she had accused me of stealing and she said she hadn’t. She also basically said I should get used to the situation with the roommate because Walt (the psychos name) knew I didn’t it and had barely even gone to the bathroom the day before. Yes, poor, poor Walt. He’s the one suffering here. It didn’t matter that I had barely gone to the bathroom that day because of this. After we came back I went up to Cynthia’s where she said that on the phone the day before my mom had accused me of taking a pillow and her clothes and said that she didn’t like being lied to (do all pathological liars have that pet peeve?). On Wednesday night my mom came into the bedroom again with a pillow and hit me a couple times with it and said the pillow had magically reappeared and it was a funny trick I’d played on her. I told her I didn’t play any trick and I didn’t take any pillow. My mom said she had thought it was funny, but I was the only one who could have done it, and there was something wrong with me if I really thought I didn’t take the pillow and she would have me committed. I started crying then, she’s just so horrible, so cruel to me. And I told her no, only that I didn’t do it. She just left the room after that and I screamed behind her that she was a lying whore. She came into the room and said that if I ever called her that again she would punch me in the face. Even though it was late I called Cynthia because I was so upset with all this and told her everything that happened. And I know what happened with that pillow. Either my mother wasn’t paying attention to what she was doing originally, or she was purposely tormenting me to try to get rid of me. She had been so desperately trying to send me to Maryland, and had actually said earlier on Tuesday that she wanted me to go up to Cynthia’s “for a couple days.” But there’s one more person who could have done it, that white trash bastard she’s been seeing. He is white trash, and alcoholic who doesn’t seem to work, but seems to function perfectly except for a cigarette induced cough, so he must be on disability for what “health problem” I don’t know. I say he’s a psycho because he’s shown himself to be very obsessive. I’ve written before about him constantly calling, sometimes 7 times in a span of 20 or so minutes. Every time I saw her since she started seeing him (which was rare) she was always getting calls and texts from him. Even when we went to welfare for the interview he called twice just to “see how she was.” We weren’t there for more than a few hours, and the second time she had to run out to see what the call was during the interview. So he’s my prime suspect, though it could have just as easily been her. At 2:30 in the morning after that she came in, drunk, and started cleaning the bedroom. She found some DVDs on the floor and accused me of hiding them all while saying sarcastic things like yep, you’re not a liar, I’m just imagining things, and random things like I’m on a cleaning frenzy. I found out yesterday that pillow and clothes had changed into pillow and DVDs, that I had also taken DVDs she had bought because she couldn’t find them. I don’t know what DVDs I supposedly took. She had actually taken most of the DVDs we own when she was going over to his place. What she did when them I don’t know. Wednesday night/Thursday morning was the closest I ever came to trying to kill myself. I had planned on doing it when he moved in, but decided to try and wait and see. I knew it was a bad idea, that I would just bring myself more suffering, and I did. I came very close Thursday morning. The problem was I waited. I wanted to wait so I would be good and tired so hopefully I’d be able to fall asleep quickly after drinking the bottle of prozac, and spare myself a possibly painful conscious death. But I couldn’t calm down. Every time I thought about doing it, and I had the bottle all poured out into a glass (thought it would be easier, bigger mouthfuls) and waiting. But I still couldn’t do it. I was too scared of an agonizing death, or not dying at all and ending up worse than before, or having a seizure. So I’m still looking for that tall building. I tried to go to sleep after that, but not only was I having trouble sleeping from all the anxiety, but they’re so constantly noisy. The few days they were there they were up until 3-4 AM watching movies at full blast and playing music. Then what sounded like an alarm, repeated jingling alarm sound every few minutes kept going off probably in the dining room. I think he might have done it to disturb me early in the morning, like my mom with her cleaning. Then at 5:30 he was heating pizza in the microwave! I didn’t fall asleep until 7 AM and got up after 12. Then I called Cynthia. She had mentioned staying with her when I talked to her the night before, but once again didn’t mention it this time, but I asked her anyway and she said yes. My mom came in later and asked a question about the caller ID on the TV. We have Comcast triple play, so the number or name of the person who’s calling shows up on the screen, but it wasn’t then. On Tuesday and Wednesday there were brief blackouts, so the cable box reset. It takes a while for it to really get going again. Then she asked if I was going to apologize for the mean name I called her, and I told her I would when she apologized of accusing me of doing something I didn’t do. She said what was I saying, that a ghost took it and put it back? Of course I was saying nothing of the sort, only that I wasn’t the person responsible for it. She just left again. Then I cleared out an old suitcase, and got an old backpack off her, and took the laptop up to Cynthia’s. Later on I went back down to get some other stuff. I had my mom come in my old room with me and watch me so she’d know what I was taking, and wouldn’t be accused of stealing the whole washing machine next. I took my Code Geass doujinshi, Junjou tin and stickers, (the prozac), Schneizel voice doll (who can’t speak yet because he needs batteries) and some other things important to me I don’t want to lose. My mom said I didn’t have to take anything, that he wouldn’t go through my things, and he isn’t the type to steal, which I know is not true. How should she know what type of person he is anyway? She’s not known him for more than 5 months. I was going to take the cat with me, but my mom asked, and asked me not to, and leave her in the air conditioning and not trap her in one room. I had to give in to it, though I didn’t want to. I’d rather my girl with me, and not near that guy but it’s been so hot here, I can’t take her out of the air conditioning. I don’t trust that guy. When we were at welfare my mom suddenly mentioned something like “I don’t care what I’m not getting rid of the cat, I didn’t get her just to leave her.” It was so strange and out of the blue. As long as my mom is there I will allow her to stay. If she starts working Allie will come with me for the time, because I do not want to leave her with him.

So now I’m at Cynthia’s. There’s no cable, air conditioning, or internet, and Cynthia can be a contentious person, but I’m alive for now. I’m using someone’s wireless network that they have without a password, so I have to be careful where I login and to immediately sign out when I’m done. At least I have internet at all. I don’t know how well downloading anime would go though, pretty bad I think SpeedTest.net lists the speeds as 1.44 down and 0.33 up. I told my mom I want to try to get on SSI like Cynthia and Naomi (extended family member, probably a cousin) has been saying I should do for a while. I want money. I know it wouldn’t be a lot, but I just want enough to be able to buy things like a normal person. Get a manga once in a while, or some other animanga merchandise, kawaii merchandise, get or renew a domain. Right now I only get a small amount of money once in a while, that I can only spend at certain places online.

Near the end of June, after the foot/mom/cancer incident I realized something. I don’t love my mother anymore. For almost 20 years, no matter what she did I still loved her, even though sometimes I hated her. But she has permanently damaged our relationship this time. Now I don’t love her and just hate her, and sometimes not even that. Sometimes I feel bad about it, I remember how when we did get along we really got along. But not anymore.

That’s all I can think of right now, pretty much everything that’s happened recently. Schneizel once again gets icon status, just because he’s hot. This picture is actually the one I have set as my admin accounts. It’s a good one.

July First

It is now July. A month I have been dreading, just like I did last year, though this is even worse. The month I turn 19. The month I graduate high school. Not only does the idea of the future terrify me as it always has, for my future looks bleak, but I’m going to have my one joy and one of my most needed things taken away from me – a computer. I remember reading that the school won’t give you your diploma if you haven’t sent all the materials they sent you books, electronics, etc, back in. I don’t have a real computer of my own, just an old clunker, and some even older laptops. I won’t be able to do anything, including pay for my hosting and domains. My mother keeps saying she’s going to get me one and I keep saying with what? She’s been telling me she’s going to get me a computer for years. Just another unneeded stress on top of my already full pile of things that are making me anxious. Like, as I said before, the future. WTF am I supposed to do now? I have depression, serious depression that I’ve had for years and which only got worse over the years until I just stopped caring. Most people have plans, but I a) don’t believe in making plans when you have no idea what the future is a b) don’t care about much in this life, nothing interests me. I’m just waiting around for someone to tell me what to do, and believe me I’ve been given plenty of suggestions. Well, mainly one or two things suggested over and over. But I still don’t know how to get there. I’m seriously unwell, for a while just in my mind, but then I think the damage my brain got in the fourth grade just started getting worse and worse, and now I don’t know exactly what is wrong with me physically, except that I have a bad back. But the point is my mind doesn’t always work right all of the time, like with processing information, reaction time, judging distance, balance. And the physical and mental reacted to each other, and it was not pretty. That’s why I’ve always had to rely on another people. I could never survive on my own. If I had to I’d probably kill myself which wouldn’t matter because I’d probably end up dying anyway. I’m always having accidents, one of them’s bound to off me eventually.

So what do I, this worthless, pointless person, want? I’m just happy with existing now. Before I thought that was the worst thing, being alive but not living but then when my health started getting worse I just wanted to live and be well. It didn’t matter anymore, everything that was plaguing me before. So I don’t think on the big scale as much anymore, of what I think I should have, and what I think I deserve to have. I just want the things that bring me what little joy I have. A computer, internet, anime and manga, my domains, my sites, being able to sometimes buy the things I want and go out to places like The Cheesecake Factory. Because I’m the type of person who needs something to look forward to. And for myself I guess asking to be happy is to much, even though it’s always been my greatest wish above all else, so I guess I want to be okay. Or at least well. I think I would settle for keeping my depression if the rest of my health got better. Will I get that? Probably not, my track record of getting what I want hasn’t ever been that good, though it’s been a little better recently with the small things, like going out. For a time it was even better, when I was making more money online and could buy stuff online. But Google took that away from me, and is still trying to. So I’m just here waiting right now. Waiting for that dreaded day I finish my final class. Waiting for someone to tell me what to do and how to get there. Waiting for my dreaded birthday. And waiting for my future. I can’t see this being a good month.