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[21 Oct 2008|08:29pm] |
Everything is just chaos, but its to be expected with all these changes with our government and mass confusion. Mutant beatings have increased though, I suppose not all of those ignorant anti-mutants decided to hide in their little holes. My wonderful father has left the country taking his wife with him but leaving behind their three daughters (my half-sisters). I suppose my father thought they will be fine since they have us but still its one thing to abandon my sisters and I. We are well used to him doing this for years, but not to my little sisters. They are not used to feeling so alone. Naturally I set up one of the lofts for them, for now. The townhouse on the Upper Westside can be transferred into Loxley's name but my sister doesn't want anything to do with it.
Maybe we could set it up as an Upper Westside branch of my project, I'm just picturing my step-mother reaction knowing what her beloved home is being used for. I'm not even going to start about my mother and her little MIA. Liv assures she isn't in any danger just simply doesn't want to be found right now. To think I have the combined genes of these two people.
We are getting an inspection from the latest faction of government, what do we call it anyway? Apparently they have gotten wind of my little charity and Liv said it is nothing big and they might be sending me some funding after the "interview". This could be quite interesting if only slightly ironic. I've just been so tired lately.
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[12 Apr 2008|07:37pm] |
When you said you’d hurt me, did you think you hurt me? Are you really that cocky? Oh, what a heartbreaker! Well, I’ve got my armor – yeah, I’ve been through some battles before – and I met your old girlfriend, she said, “Baby, don’t bother.” She told me you told her you’d hurt her….funny, how familiar. So, how much of this relationship was rehearsed?
Did you act out as a child? Were you always crying wolf? Attention-starved, you tried too hard to get someone to look. Now you’re the wolf in second-hand clothing; I’m the sheep in a pleated skirt. It’s an awkward form of payback, but if it works for you – it works. It’s that I recognize your off-white lies, still, I lie beside you – ( and that’s what really hurts. )
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