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In the course of the year so far i have been able to develop on additional skills such as both my vocals in melodic and harsher areas, through the course of doing so i have developed well and found that with this based skill i can now start working on written material i have worked days, and weeks on.
With the year going on as it is i have found a place within a band i feel that works well in all areas of what we do, these are my new found brothers in music and friends through the new chapter in my life, each one of us holds our own ideas and thoughts but as we've been practicing we have built on to additional ideas for songs that hold the signature to the Melodic Thrash that we play.
In the coming months there will something that we may be able to share, but at this time we still have a long a way to go but even then that is still a part of both the dream and the road we all travel.
so at my brother's funeral my little sister and I, as well as our father were basically ostracized and pushed to periphery the entire time.
this went un-addressed by our older sister who simply ignored it and went prancing about in her high heels with the rest of his mom's side of the family
which greatly upset my younger sister
to the point where she almost skipped the actual ceremony
then my older sister was appalled at me for not wanting to go to the wake (which had previously been an "immediate family" only event a term that for some reason seems to exclude two of his little sisters?)
she was acting all surprised like she didn't know her mother tried to PLAN THE FUNERAL WITHOUT TELLING US SO WE COULDN'T FUCKING EVEN GO AT ALL and when i suggested that we weren't wanted there she was all fucking "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU BECCA OMFG"
it was a load of shit like I knew it would be but what pissed me off the most was that when i tried to say something about it every one tried to make ME out to be an asshole
Honestly the longer I'm here the less I want to be here.
I've had every reason for me to stay here literally start to die one at a time and I'm thinking it's time to skip out before the shit really hits the fan.
I can feel it man, it's gonna get worse and I should just leave before it does.
I should get the fuck out of here before something too big happens and I can't just soldier on.
Meanwhile the freak out never came besides getting super angry and having to tamp it down because I was in the middle of a funeral service.
Happened to my family at my last grandfather's funeral about a month ago, while my pedo-uncle Tom's side of the family has stuck my grandmother in a home and stolen all of her stuff. My other mom's dad, the other grandpa, was killed by his wife who is only 55 and has had 11 husbands before him, most of whom died the same way and she collected the money. Families are becoming increasingly broken and I'm past the point of caring
As sad as it is to say, I've lost faith in the value of relationships, friendships, and lately family. There are a select few people I care about, and that's it, other than that, I have myself and that's all I need. "Family is all that matters" is a load of crap now of days.
You're welcome.Well, Marth is moving to England this Friday, so I guess I'm doing pretty good. It hasn't really hit me yet. I'll probably cry and cry with happiness and relief like the night after he gets here or something.