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Tonight my uncle and I had a fight. I was sitting in the basement as per usual and it's like 10PM and I'm watching Naruto with my headphones on. He calls me and proceeds to come down the stairs. So I take my headphones out and he asks if I'm doing okay. I tell him I'm fine while my aunt is trying to stop him from coming down to bother me in the first place. He then proceeds to tell me I'm intruding upon his space and that all my space is his space so that I need to leave. It's apparent that his logic is incalculably flawed so I opt not to dance around the reality since it's clearly about disrespect in the most primal troglodyte form. But this makes me a monster, which he's quick to tell me how ugly I am and how I'll never get a man because of my attitude and  that a woman should know her place with the wavering shakiness of a leaf. He's being totally aggressive, so I stand, from my seated position because he's getting in my face now and

The sea and me, salty as can fucking be. I'm in a bad place emotionally, today. I'm 31 years old, living with my aunt and uncle, trying desperately to find my place in this world. To most people it's as simple as "getting a job". I have had many jobs, and I don't mind hard work, however, there is always something that comes in between. Most recently I was working for Lowe's as a Home Decor Customer Service Associate. While I was content to just show up to work and do  my job every day and go home, there were evil people afoot whose only motivation was to be the architect of my downfall. I'm now coming to realize this is the way of the world. There will always be somebody hating from a distance, up close, or trying to throw rocks into my path. I don't understand the motive, but I do understand that I don't like rocks being thrown at me. In the end, I confronted the bully directly. But instead of any support or righteous retribution, I e

As if I don't have enough to be depressed about. Do you guys remember this? His name in Secondlife was Tristen Starsider, but his real name was Ben Thompson and he was Australian. When we first met, I was a little taken with his accent and maybe I had some mild feelings for him at first. Outside of SL we were friends on Skype,  and Ben was a cutie pie. He kinda reminded me of this guy:   I love SecondLife when I'm feeling the most financially unstable and depressed in my Real life. Something about being able to buy couture fashion and do things you naturally cannot afford, for cheap, really assuages my senses when I'm dirt poor. It's nice to go on and dress like a million bucks when I sometimes feel worthless... but SL can be a dark place too. Ben and I used hang out at this welcome hub called Violet, with a bunch of social rejects. This particular spot was really overrun with spammers, anti-social idiots and basically the kind of people that are generally

He's so sweet evil! Reminds me of someone...