Worlds are ruined this way.

I'm in supervised study, and I'm not even going to try my Legal Studies homework without my textbook, so I'm blogging.

Basically, this will be a glancing explination of last night, which will explain my last blog.

Yesterday.
February the fourteenth.
Valentines Day.
My second most hated date.

Sure, there are people who hate it just because there's no one in their life to spend it with, but those people are idiots. Celebrate Broentines instead. But, I'm not one of those idiots. I hate it, because it reminds me of things I wish didn't happen, things I can't explain for the life of me. The events which occoured three-hundred-and-sixty-six days ago (for the lazy, that would be 14/02/2009), are horrific, and the events which followed, were worse. I'm not proud of what happened, and it consumes me with guilt. It causes me to see myself in a way which makes me both the protaginist and antagonist in the war with myself.

If for some reason, curiosity posesses you, and you do wish to ask what happened, feel free. If you're someone I don't trust, I don't like, or if you just generally annoy me at times, you won't get a straight answer. As always, I'll never lie, but if you're a part of the mentioned groups, I'll avoid the truth.

Valentines, also reminds me of the other two most hated dates in history.

The third most hated, is May 17th, 1999. The date where my father left. My heart was torn in two. A five year old boy, torn from his father, who is the biggest role model in a boys life. My life from then, went down hill. Many counselors and therapists have certified that this date, has caused my depression, and anger issues.

December 21st, 2009, is the date which I want to repeat the most. The day, where my mother remarried. She married Jeffery Davis, a seven foot, lanky bastard, who deserves nothing, and honestly, I hope he gets less. He is to blame, for me living at my grandmothers. He is to blame, for my auntie's relationship with my mother to have gone up in smoke. He is to blame, for everything since May. I'd be lying if I said, that if I were in a room with him, I'd let him leave alive. He has brought upon the downfall of the McCulloch line, and he will suffer my wrath.

If you're one of the very few, who regard me as a good person, get to know me.
One or two people regard me as "perfect", and not only is "perfection" a lie, I am nowhere near "perfection" standards. I beg of these people, change your views on me, I'll only let you down.

I'm not going to use my usual signoff of "Love." as I've no idea what emotions are causing havock in my head, and in my heart anymore. So, in lued of "Love...."

Null.