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Thread: Fixitfixitfixitfixit

Yeah well apparently i'm not allowed to express my distaste at being complimented now. I really do have a problem with it, maybe i'm just better at taking insults because I know how to react. Father I'm a bit scared of him, he helps me out now but when I was younger, he didn't really give a shit wht happened to me unless it had to do with how people saw him. Mother We're at odds alot of the time. She's alot like me, so when I air any grievances of mine towards her, she won't admit she's wrong, or she just rolls her eyes at me. Robert He seems to believe that i'm the worst piece of shit ever, and he's pretty much a hypocrite. He'll never forgive me for something I did when we were kids, which I would not like to talk about because it's personal and involved my immediate family, and then calls me a fucking idiot because I Don't let go of the past Matthew.... He makes fun of me alot and he doesn't know when to shut his face. He's the Joker of us three but he doesn't know when to shut the fuck up. We get along ocassionally. Stepmother She made it clear to a ten year old me that I was not her child and that she does not care about me. The only reason she ever did anything for me was because of my father. Uncle Jimmy He understands that being a kid and growing up is hard and he's pretty nice. He gets my dad can be a hard ass. Grandfather He actually really believes in me, but I can't really talk to him about my dad. I don't know why but I don't really feel good talking to him about family problems... Grandmother Same thing as my Grandfather really, except she actually gets me to do things, and usually tries to talk to me sometimes. She's more of a parent than my dad is really. Aunt Natasha ONce upon a time I was staying at her house, helping my nan Grandmother with Annemieka Cousin who was 3 at the time. My dad came over witha roast and it was in a bag, becauseof the the juices, but the bag had a leak in it. I tried to carry it into the kitchen, and ended up getting a bit of juice onto the white carpet Who the fuck has a baby and a white crpet? and she went fucking POSTAL on me.I think I was like, 14 or 15 at the time. As you can see, most of my family haven't exactly been positive influences, especially when the first memories that come to mind with them are bad ones. I haven't lived in one spot long enough to get any positive adult, or even same aged, influences in my life. After I moved away from Guelph, I just gave up on making friends. In fact, I started to vehemently push them away because i didn't feel like crying anymore. Actually, I got so used to moving that I didn't cry or make a big deal of it. I just said I'm moving, whatever and that was it. No tears, no pleading not to move, nothing. It wasn't until I was 16 that I tried to fight moving by getting a job at a gas station, but i was young and immature, so that plan sort of failed outright. Oh, wow, that's alot i've written there. I guess I'll take a break for now.
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-Sighs- Alright, i'm getting sick of this. I just can't really explain anything, not without being called childish. So apparently, because I was insulted in school and because I don't take insults anymore without being defensive, I'm childish. I hate being insulted, someone insults me, I fucking insult them back. I don't care if it escalates until I get banned, I will continue it because i'm sick to fucking death of being insulted for making jokes. Apparently a joke about Southern US'ers being pansies because they don't handle cold weather very well is grounds for me to be made fun of. Right, because it's not obvious that it's a motherfucking joke. I'm CANADIAN. I make fun of AMERICAN'S all the time. I'm obviously joking. I'm not going to end anything someone else starts. They start it, I finish it, that's all there is to say on the fucking matter.
Thread: People rarely change for the better

The liqure, ripped at his mind, twisting his thoughts. The drugs, pushed andrenalin around his vains, turning the twisted thoughts, into actions. And it felt great... Never had he felt this. Strong? He had always felt weak, and fragile. When he was'nt together with Maya, that is. She was his everything, and would always be. She kept him running. At least, so it used to be? He didn't feel, he needed her, the same way he used to. He felt, something else, driving his engines. It felt wonderfull, in a differant way. A way, she didn't make him feel. Not differant, in a better way. But differant in a way, that worked. It had been several hours, since the party had ended, and the walk from there, to their appartment, was no longer then thirty minuttes. Yet, first now they arrived. He had insisted on staying. He didn't want to leave his new 'friends'. In his mind, they where friends. They sold him things, that worked as an antidote, a way similar to Maya. Maya. His beautifull girlfriend. His twisted mind, send thoughts around his head, he could not control. Or could he? Was he in fact, only now, truely in control? He was'nt sure. He could'nt decide. As they arrived at the appartment, he somehat stumbled up the stairs. He didn't wait for Maya, as he used to, only haveing one thing in mind, at a time. Right now, that was Beer. He knew they had some in the fridge, that was only really being had, when ever friends where over, and a few beers where given around. He only rarely got drunk, as much as he was now. And it felt. Great? He just wanted more. As he reached the end of the stairs, he almost bumped against the door, fumbleing in his pockets for the keys. He didn't have them, but Maya did. His eyes turned towards Maya, and his eyes blinked a few times, to gain focus. You've.. Got the keys? His voice, hoarse and his breath stained with the stench of alcohol. He had much more tonight, then usual, she would've deffinatly noticed. He had'nt taken any of the drugs, anywhere near her. At first being descreet, not really wanting her to notice. Not wanting her to know. But she would've possibly noticed. He was far more frisky. Far more forward, then he used to. Not really his calm and gentle self. There was something differant, dominating his mind. For better, or for worse.
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Maya's head buzzed with the alcohol that ran through it as she and her boyfriend walked home from that crazy party. She was buzzed, but he was trashed the way he was stumbling all over the streets made her nervous. She rarely ever took him to a party just because she knew his father had been an alcoholic, but tonight was her best friends 21st and she really only had one friend besides James. Halfway to their house James went off a bit ahead of her and she sat back in thought. She wasn't really worried about him since they had walked this path plenty of times before, but she was worried about what had happened to him at the party. She got separated from him early on and saw him leaving a room around the end with people she remembered from her high school, the partiers. Maya just let him be after that, but when he insisted on staying was when she became suspicious. She watched him as he sped up the stairs surprised that they were already home. Keys in hand she walked up and unlocked the door. The stench on James' breath was heavy as she walked past him into their apartment. Maya walked straight to the couch and plopped down on the cushion. Did you have fun? She called back through the small space. She knew that he didn't really know anybody, so she didn't know how his time went for him.
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James' eyes, had started shooting red strings, because of the straining. He was rather tierd, there was no doubt about this. But the alcohol. The drugs. It all payed back its price in its fullest, not allowing him ny rest. In neither mind, nor body. His eyes followed Maya on her way past him, leaning down to kiss her head, as she passed by. The mere scent of her, played the usual tune in his head. Soothing and pleasing. But this time, it not only calmed him down, as it used to. It ignited a spark, that was'nt that strange. His girlfriend was attractive. He would say perfect. His hand, then slapped her behind as they entered, and she head for the couch, and he for the kitchen. He enjoyed teasing, so gently slapping her behind, he had done before. But his hand, was more rough this time. Everything he did, was an exaduration, of what he usually did. He walked towards the kitchen, itching his face with his palm, turning his eyes towards the couch, and Maya, as she spoke. He grinned widely, before entering the kitchen, where their eyes could'nt meet. Deffinatly.. Alcohol there, was rather.. Cheap. He pinched his eyes, itching them with two fingers, as he opened the fridge, pulling out a beer, as he leant his head back, sighing in relief. The alcohol. It was so soothing. So calming. So agrivateing... He opened the beer, and took a deep rush for it, instantly feeling its effect, running to his head. Now he understood. Now he understood, why anyone would do this. He barely remembered anything. Nothing was in his mind. It was just blown away. Brought to a halt. It felt good. He left the kitchen, sighing, as he leant against the corner of the wall, looking towards Maya, with a slight grin. He nodded a single time towards her, raising his beer. How about you? We.. Fell appart at one time.. Sorry ab.. About that. He said, putting the beer to his lips, takeing down another large sip, as he closed his eyes.
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She scoffed at his remark. Cheap? They were have grade A shots in the living room, but then he brought up getting separated. She almost forgot that he had run off with these strangers to him which was odd for him to do. She looked over to him with an expression of trying to figure him out. Do you really think more alcohol is good for you? She asked with concern in her voice. I mean I don't know how much you drank since we were apart, but from the stench on your breath I would guess quite a bit. Which raises the question What were you doing? I saw you come out of a room followed by a few guys who just don't seem to know there limits. She told him as she stood up and walked over to him, swiftly grabbing the beer on her way. You don't need to be drinking anyways. She scolded him as the half-empty bottle hit the trash can.
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Her expretion was clear, but his mind too cloudy, to make it out. He could not tell from it, what she was thinking. He usually could. It frusted him slightly. Did he even barely know Maya? Noo he had to know her pretty well. He didn't remember. Didn't remember anything. He blinked his eyes a few times, to catch focus once again, shakeing his head a bit, eyes back on her as she spoke again. He grinned slightly, at her question, and he shrugged, takeing another sip, sighing in relief afterwards. Now, is when it acctually tastes good.. Why not enjoy it.. Then? He asked, chuckleing softly. Her many words, played along in his mind. He could'nt put them all together. He didn't get the full context of her sentence. Only got a few things, from what she said. She complainted about his drinking, his breath, and she asked a question. A question, he could'nt answer. What had he been doing? Did he forget? He had never been drunk enough, to forget his actions. But it seemed her was now. Or perhaps the drugs did their work, clouding him enough, to not even remember his devious actions? If there where any. So all he could do, was shrug. Shrug, once again. No idea.. But it had to've been fun, or else it would'nt have this effect on me now. He rose the beer as she approached, blinking as she took it from him. He watched it drop to the trash, as her scolding went through his head. It took him a few seconds, to realise it had even been scolding, but as he did, he took a quick step towards her, reached out and grabbed her arm, with a firm grip. He was'nt gentle, as he would usually've been, as he pulled her back to him. Don't you scold me... What if I felt like drinking.. Felt like enjoying that last beer, before I go to bed? He asked, with a harhshness in his voice, he never had before. He reminded himself of someone, but he could not tell who. He didn't let go of her arm, after he had finished his sentence, his strong hand, gripped around it tightly.
Thread: People rarely change for the better

Maya knew that she had made the right choice in taking the drink away that was until she felt a strong grip around her arm. A short gasp escaped her lips. Usually if he had anything to drink he was sure to be gentle and this was far from it. Ouch. Obviously you DON'T need another beer since it seems you picked up your father's trait! She yelled at him with a little struggle. She never yelled at him, but he never got rough with her like he was now. She relaxed herself and turned to face him best she could, Just let go and we can go to bed. She couldn't believe how he was acting, and only now did she notice his bloodshot eyes. She could see that he had way too much to drink, but also that his pupils were diallated. She frowned as the worst ideas popped into her mind. What did you do? She repeated her earlier question but with more disbelief than curiosity.
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His mind was raceing, as his hand gripped tightly around her arm. As if he didn't have control of his own strength. Unable to control, how tightly he gripped her. But why would he not have this? Perhaps. He was stronger then usual? The alcohol. The ecstacy.. Made him stronger? This was far from the fact, but that is what his mind told him. He had always been a strong man, and kid at that time. He just never abused his strength, as he did now. His bloodshot eyes was narrowed, as she mentioned his father, and it once again, took several seconds for him to put pieces together. His eyes was then widdened a bit instead, and he pulled her closer, tightening the grip as his eyes shot into anger. Don't pull the family card on me, Maya! I'm nothing like my father! You've never even seen my father, only heard about him, from me! What do you know about him!? Nothing! His words, barely even made sence, as they where shouted out, his eyes narrowing again, this time in curseing malcontent. Her question made his eyes go confused, as if they tried to find something behind her, before they blinked a few times, and focused back on her. He then used his grip on her arm, to pull her to his side, so she hit against the wall, before he placed himself in front of her, arms on each side, as if he wanted to corner her down. What's it to you? Can't I do as I wish? Drink what i want? Take what I want? He spoke as if he remembered what he did, but he still did not. The time in the room, with some of Mayas friends friends, or perhaps not even people ment to be there, was clouded to him. He didn't remember the shots. The pills. Especially not the pills.
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Maya had expected him to have calmed down by now, but she felt as if she were making things worse with every bit of pressure he put on her arm. She didn't want to play the family card, and as he shouted at her she realized that her plan had backfired because instead of him letting her go and sleeping it off she found herself up against a wall. Half of what he was saying didn't make it through to her her focus was on everything else. A small rush of pain went to her head as it hit the wall and she felt so small as he towered over her and she took in his alcohol stained breath. His last sentance got to her though. I am your girlfriend. I have the right to at least ask. And you can't 'take what you want.' Whatever you were doing in there was porbably illegal you dumbass. She explained roughly, but the tougher she felt the bigger her looked to her. She thought about how her life would be if she just left, but immediatly regretted the thought since it was plastered on her face as it crossed her mind.
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The respect to her mistake, and rather harsh card, was clear on her face. But he didn't even catch that. He didn't catch much, that was placed on a plate before him. He'd possibly not even be able to answer, how many fingers someone held in front of him. No, he most deffinatly would'nt. He sneering eyes, still stared down at her, as he stood before her, perfectly in control. She could've tried to run, but she did not. This control, went to his head. It felt good, in his current clouded state. This control was adicting, just as much as the drugs and alcohol he had taken in. And just as bad for him. Her mention, of being his girlfriend, seemed to have an effect on him. He was still in there, just clouded behind rivers of alcohol and thick walls of drugs. He could'nt bring it into him, realising she was simply worried. Worried about her boyfriend, just as he would be, if she had gotten too much. But she never did. SHe knew her limits. She did, around everything. He'd feel horrible, if he turned normal right now. Worse then that. He'd even have a hard time, showing his face. But he was'nt himself. He was something else. He, was drugs, alcohol and addiction. All the things, he had never been. Maybe so! But your not the authorities, so I do not! Have to answer to you.. Nor would you call my actions in! You would'nt dare... You brought me to that party! He put extra preasure on the word brought, as his hand slammed against the wall by her side. It would've hurt his hand, if the alcohol, didn't sate pain, as much as it did in his state. The fiery eyes stared down upon her, with an anger, he had never held for anyone. Only one person, had even seen this anger. His father. It had always been bottled up, now letten lose, with the alcohol dominateing his sences. Leaving him a senseless shell. The card he had pulled, had not been fair. She had'nt forced him into that room. She had'nt put the pills on his tounge, the liqure to his neck. It was all him. None of her doing. But not even that, did he see.
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For a split second she felt as if she saw him behind the clouded eyes of the man who was clearly not what she had dreams of living her life with. As his arm lifted up she cringed until it hit the wall. She could see the small indent it made to the cheap drywall. His words flowed through her head over and over. 'You brought me to that party' the phrase danced in her mind like a bug. He was right she brought him there and this was her consequence. She was still unaware fully of what he did, but she could just imagine what it could do to him later. A tear left her eye as she pushed off the wall and hugged him. The last thing she wanted was a fight. She could feel him breathe and hear his heartbeat irregularly. James. She whispered. That was the only thing she wanted at that moment. She wanted to hear his soft words and feel his soft touch, but she realized soon after that she would not recieve that, not tonight at least. Maya walked away from him in hopes that her hug got through to even a part of him. She went to grab blankets out of their room, for she was not sleeping where he was, not tonight at least. She loved him with all her heart, but she was scared without a clue what to do with a drugged up drunk at this hour.
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James' eyes, still aflare, stared down at Maya, with malcontent, beyond anything he had ever felt. His actual feelings of faliure, was mixed with the anger of the drugs and alcohol. Who was he now? He deffinatly was'nt James. He had slammed his fist against their wall, makeing a deant? He had almost threatened the dearest thing, he ever had in his life? The drugs, being a long time since he took them, where slowly wearing off. The alcohol, was still dominent, but the effect on him, was changeing its effect. Realisations, seemed to run through her mind as well. What realisations? What did he say? What had he done? He didn't even remember that. A tear? A tear!? Did he make Maya cry? No, it could'nt've been him? Did he have bad news? No, his fists was tightened in anger, and his mind with agression. James gasped as he was hugged. As if her body against him, pushed all air from his loungs, and all the clouds off his mind. But it didn't help his memory. He pinched his eyes tightly, just about to put an arm around his love, just as she walked off. Walked off to where? She went to bed? Good choise. He was somewhat tierd himself. He leant against the wall with one hand, putting the other on his face, itching it, as he groaned from the slight pain. His face turned, as he heard Maya return, and his eyebrows rose. What was she doing? He followed her, with his eyes, not moveing an inch, turning his head when he had to. His face dropped towards the floor, as his legs gave up under him. He was clouded again. This time differently. Clouded by the loss of memory. Weakness. What had he just been on, to feel that strong? His legs gave up, as he dropped to his knees, breathing heavily, as he closed his eyes. He put his hand on his face again, itching it. He leant forward, his head leaning against the wall, as his eyes closed. There he sat. If Maya didn't try to come in contact with him, half an hour went past, wher ehe just sat. Trying to remember, what he had been doing. So many hours, entirely forgotten. Perhaps, he would remember, if he was drunk again? Or at least. If he was strong once again? Not this weak and fragile boy. His hand dropped from his face, as his eyes turned towards Mayas rest. She made him feel strong. But why did he then have an urge, to go somewhere else? Seek strength, in something differant? His eyes got pinched, as a sneer spread on his lips, before he almost jumped up, and headed to get his keys, and then for the door. And if not interupted, through it.
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she just figured it was all three. She got situated on the couch and started at the white celing thinking about what had happened. Her gut twisted with bad feelings, and she was sure that it was because of the way he acted before. She reassured herself multiple times that it wasn't her fault like he said it was, but stuff like that sticks to the brain until it consumes your mind. She frowned and thought of something happier, but a thump caught her attention. She looked over to James and sighed, 'He'll go to bed eventually,' she though and with a sigh she closed her eyes and thought about the joy tomorrow would bring. The times when James was the guy she met two years prior. Just as she was about to fall asleep she heard him get up and grab the keys. James? She called out, but the door had already closed. She got up her head was already pounding from the mix of last nights alcohol and the argument that felt one sided. Looking out the window she could still see the car, so she ran out the door and down the stairs, but she only watched as the car sped away. Fuck. She mumbled in the darkness before heading back upstairs. Maya decided to sleep in the comfort of her bed, and as she thought about it she began to think that he left because she wanted to sleep separately. She shook it off and fell asleep covered by light blankets but weighed down by guilt.