And now it has become obvious to me that many have reached my account before I have. I know. What I have done is unforgivable for many, if not all. I know. Though the things that have come up in my account I saw was quite immature and quite humorous, I know I have no right to be waltz up in here and say hi expecting a warm welcome, because I don't. I expect people to come up to me with torches ablaze and pitchforks ready to run me out of town, I don't blame any of you. But before you get to the ripping of my self confidence and respect, let me explain why I was gone.

I'm not really one to put up journals about my life, because nothing goes on and I feel that doing so is a waste of time, and shit, but I'm sure you've all been wondering just where the fuck I've been these past 5 months and I feel that the events that have been taking place in those months are worth the time and writing, not to sound like a pretentious asshole. Well, here goes nothing. It all started January. 11:00pm, as I recall, it was a Thursday. My mother was out in the front lawn, and my 'grandfather' kept locking the door. My mom was right outside, so, naturally she was pissed, why lock the door if someone who lives in said house, is right in the porche? My mother asked, he responded, yelled rather, "YOU HAVE TO LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR EVERY GODDAMNED TIME YOU GO OUTSIDE, YOU STUPID FAT BITCH." This of course heated an argument, a losing argument in my mom's part. My grandma came out, "What's all this yelling about?" my mother tried to reason with her mother. Her own mother. She sided with her asshole of a boyfriend. Letting him say, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE" It was my grandmother's house, he had no residence there, he was just an unwanted visiter, he, himself even told me that it was my house, that will me my house when my grandma drops fucking dead. Not any more, he told me to my face, "GET THE FUCK OUT" So I did, tears in my eyes, hole in my heart, betrayed. All my life, I was the black sheep, my grandmother was the only one who kept me believing that our family was still together. She herself was even neglected. She slept around. My mom's dad and my aunt's dad are two different people. I lost some respect for her from that. She kicked my dad out of the house while I was in middle school. I lost some more respect for that. Now knowing that she kicked me and my mother out of the house that she said I own along with her, choosing someone she's known for 9, 10 years, over me, her grandson she's known 16 years, and her own daughter she's known 35 years. Every last morcel of respect I had for her is now gone. She is now and forever dead to me. Along with her motherfucking, shit-faced, chronic alcoholic, drug-addicted, piece of no good, filthy, low-down, dick-in-the-dirt, shit known as her boyfriend. I had to stay with my aunt for a month. She's completely different from me and my mother. She's prissy and a shopoholic, and my cousin is a jocky rapper. Whereas my mom is a free spirited tomboy and I'm a nonmaterialistic metalhead. It didn't go well. We didn't get along well that month. Always fighting, having all lights off by 9, sleeping on the floor. It was bad. We were looking for a place for that month, if not longer, and we got a place on Febuary 15th. We started moving in and we love it so far. It's a shitty little apartment upstairs, but it's our shitty little apartment upstairs. I got 2 new guitars and an amp because of the income tax. So that's a plus. I had to move schools, but I hated the school I went to but this new school is great. The teachers actually fucking teach, and I met up with a shit ton of my friends back in middle school. But as for my grandmother, fuck her. I hope one day she will realize her wrong doings and spend the rest of her wasted years alone, confused, afraid, in denial, and unhappy. Only then will she learn, family ALWAYS comes first. I'm emotionally scarred. I will never forgive nor forget...

Now for art. Have I been drawing? Yep. More than usual. Alot of demonic, gorey, satanic, metalhead, ungodly, shit. I love it all. For some reason, my Atheist senses have been growing stronger each passing day.

One minor note, I'm actually in a fully functional band. I play a show on Sunday.

That is all for now.