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spends countless hours hidden in the cave of her room blogging, doing homework, sleeping and sacrificing virgins. Not really. that last one was a joke.

spends countless hours hidden in the cave of her room blogging, doing homework, sleeping, and sacrificing virgins. Not really. that last one was a joke.

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I was:

Empty.

I remember always wanting to be with them - with him. My dad. The cynical, sarcastic - basically just mean - guy everyone knew him as. The guy who always was searching to be the favorite parent. The guy who was the first person to call me a skank, or slut to my face. But still, I loved him and was constantly searching for his approval. He always put my little sister first, but I guess that's what being the baby is. The oldest is always the one the responsibility. The youngest is the spy for Daddy. Well, I have eight kids in my family. Eight. We've moved about twenty times, and lived in Spain. I wasn't born yet, but my oldest brother, the one I'm closest with, was born there. I remember once that I said I was born there for show and tell and brought all the pictures of our castle we - they lived in. They moved around the time my mom was pregnant with my older brother. Two years before I was born. I'll probably never be able to go there. Michael doesn't remember anything except that he swallowed a marble when he was one or two. I can't recall which. I was born in David City, Nebraska. Exciting. So was my younger sister. She was supposed to be a little boy named William. Maybe her twin died in the womb. I don't know. Maybe I would be closer and not fight so much with William though, if he had.

Naomi, my baby sister, has a birthmark on her forehead. It's huge, brown and circular. My family says that it's an angel's kiss. That an angel kissed her there before she came here to this world. She's thirteen. I'm not really a religious person. Sometimes I fight with my mom about the existence of God. Whatever. I don't know what I think. I just want to live my life without the burden of some guy weighing heavily on my mind and influencing my actions. I want to actually LIVE. I want to jump into the world and live my life the way I want to. Because this is MY existence. I'm not saying I'm gonna go out partying all night, or go rob a bank. No. I'm not gonna go get smashed or high or baked. I want to do things like sing opera and broadway, and sing in the streets. Write a symphony. Maybe learn how to make a violin or play violin for that matter. And if God is real, I guess I'll have to deal with it when I get there. But in my opinion, Living life with religion is like living life in a cage. figuratively of course.

Luke is my older brother's name. He's seventeen. He is most likely the nicest person you will EVER meet. But sometimes he blows a short fuse. I don't blame him. The guy has three friends of his who've died. He has depression issues I think. Anyways, he holds all of his stress inside and lets it out on things like Halo. Or Super Smash Brothers, Maybe Super Mario. Mostly Halo or Splinter Cell. You know, the ones where you kill people. To death. Ironic?

Michael, oh Michael. Michael Joseph Stachitus. (Yes my last name is a disease.) He is my oldest brother. He is nineteen. And going on a mission. In the Ukraine. Why is it called the Ukraine anyways? You don't see people going around talking about the Spain or the France. sheesh.

Amber. Oh goodness. She's a dollface. She is twenty two. Twenty three on November 8. I love this woman. She has influenced me so much. And not necessarily for the worst. I have learned so much from her. As far as I know, we're the only ones in our family exploring the idea of Atheism. Lisa doesn't go to church either. She's not Atheist though. She's really not...anything.

That's what I'm trying to avoid. That's what I was.

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