Hey guys. I'm in more shit... AGAIN. This is a quote from my blog, which allowed me to relieve a little stress, but at the same time it pissed a lot of people off. To give a little back story before hand: Recently, my mom and step-dad purchased a house a few miles away from our old home. This wouldn't have posed a problem if they had taken the time to tell me they were buying a house BEFORE they bought the damned thing. Instead, they decided to tell me at the last minute, while handing me empty boxes, that they were going to uproot me from the house I've lived in for all of my 16 years. From April until a few weeks ago I was heavily involved with a heavily undecisive, overly-christian girl named Jenna (hereby referred to as "bitch"). After 6 months of trying my damndest to work my way into her life, we got into a conversation about how we felt about each other. The result was her telling me that she really cared for me (as i did for her), and that she'd like to be with me, but to let things settle down (her brother is a douche bag who constantly starts something, and I was one of his targets because he was set on the idea that I'm a "skank" who didn't deserve his sister and that he was going to have to "take care of" me. All the while he explained his threats against me as "protecting his sister".). So, I'm thinking "YES!!! I've finally done it!", when, in actuality, while her and I were having that conversation (via IM), she was chatting away with someone I've known since I was about 3 and consider to be my brother, which wouldn't be so bad, if she wasn't hooking up with him while feeding me a bunch of lies. Needless to say, I've almost completely severed the tie (I still keep in contact with Cody, my "brother"). After school on thursday, I came home to help move shit. I hadn't had a good day. I'd burned myself with a hot glue gun multiple times while attempting to make an egg carrier out of straws for my technology and design class, people seemed to want to constantly start shit with me, and all together it just wasn't a good day to be me. I get out of the truck to find that one of my dogs has escaped from their holding pen. I get agitated (he does it constantly), go over to him, grab him by the collar, and because he decided to struggle, I had to DRAG him. My brother (by blood) gets mad and screams "STOP FUCKING STRANGLING HIM!!!". I put the dog away, and turn on my brother, trying to explain through bared teeth that I wasn't strangling shit. He gets in my face, expecting me to back down (he's twice my weight and has about 6" on me), and when I don't, he starts yelling. I still wouldn't back down, and he yells "How'd you like it if I fucking strangled you?!?", and grabs the collar of my shirt and starts pulling trying to choke me. I lost all sense of humanity at that point, flipped out, and started swinging. I busted him in the face about 8 times before he got me in a headlock and tried hitting me in the face to put me down (after the shots he got in I kinda got brought back to my senses), but I kept blocking his shots with my forearm until I could bring us both to the ground. He gets on top of me and I kick him away. I walk off, go inside, and tear the fuck out of the kitchen. I head-butted the fridge until everything fell off of the doors, punched it enough to break my knuckles, flipped three chairs, went outside, punched a 4 foot dent in the side of the house, and my brother came out and calmed me down after a few minutes. End of that. Then I read my friend's blog. He'd broken up with bitch because of differences between them (after only a week or two), and she got all upset, threatening suicide, telling him she was going to over-dose, and all of that. I threatened to call an EMT and direct them to her house and she shut the fuck up about it. Well, I read his blog, and her brother said something to the effect of, "I told you when you hooked up with her, but you didn't listen. I don't want to have to hate you, but now you leave me no fucking choice. Just wait till I catch your ass on the street, little bitch". Imagine that with several typos and grammatical errors. So, in retaliation, I left a comment on my friend's blog, too. "Fucking ignore him, man. Some people need to step the fuck off before I have to catch THEM on the street. I know you don't want me to, but I'm sick of people's shit". Bitch didn't catch on very well and asked me if I was talking about her brother and started bitching about how she thought I was nothing more than an immature punk who doesn't deserve the right to live and that she hopes "our" God won't accept me into heaven and that all I'm after is a quick and easy piece. The result (note, my last name is Smalley): Except for the over-use of the word fuck, I think it got my point across well. Am I wrong for being so agressive and angry, given the fact of all the stress I've been put under and all the shit that people keep pouring on me? Is something wrong with me for thinking that I did nothing wrong for wanting to defend my "brother" and fulfill my own wants (her brother's head) at the same time? What the fuck am I supposed to do in this situation? Thanks again for being here for me. Most of my fucking so called "friends" don't treat me as good as OT and the Asylum do. Also, I would like for it to be noted that in three days I've killed 8 packs of cigarettes (the stronger-but-not-strongest Marlboro Mediums), when usually it takes me two days to knock out 1 pack.