Wow, yeah, that's totally confusing, isn't it? DX Sorry about that.

Anyway, I moved out of my brother's old account (actually, am in the process of moving out of it) and am going to move into my new one. :3

MY NEW ACCOUNT IS <-- TehOpheliac

I haven't made it pretty yet or anything... but oh well! XD Love it, hate it, ignore it.

THIS ACCOUNT IS NO LONGER ACTIVE. <33 Since I BARELY EVER use this account... I find it a waste to keep it here... and my twin brother, Mich, has kindly offered for me to come join him at his account. So, I decided to accept (BESIDES, he has a subscribed account and this way BOTH of our journals can look pretty. *is planning to make her OWN journal layout to use so people can tell which twin is updating.*

ANYWAY, if you are STILL (after all this time), interested in seeing my work, please go to the link I am about to provide you with and watch the deviant. Thanks. <3

Bye Bye.

~Lillith



Mich Maxwell, My Twin Brother's Account:

I'm not to sure what's going on right now, but, HELL has broken loose at my house. My Grandparents are SCREAMING, my Mom is crying, the kids are god knows where! -.-;;

STUPID ROB! I HATE HIM! I knew my mother should have NEVER married him! I knew it the second I first saw him. He had plotting eyes and he gave me the creeps. Now he's pushing her to do drugs again, he's TRYING to make her go back to the mental hospital so he'll look good. Imagine, a "loving" husband supporting his crazy, drug-addicted wife while trying to raise three children. Wouldn't he look like a Saint?!

Nobody knows that he's both verbally and physically abusive! No one knows that he's NOT who he says he is. No one knows that he's driving my mother crazy (literally). No one knows that he's borrowed more than $10,000 from my grandparents (which was for MY college fee) to pay for the "house" when he actually is blowing it on stuff he wants and has no intention of EVER paying it back.NO ONE KNOWS HOW MUCH I FUCKING HATE HIM!

Until now.

He's been gone for what, a week? He came back yesterday and within 10 minutes of being home he was SCREAMING at everyone. "JUSTIN! WHY DID YOU NOT MOW THE LAWN! GO DO IT NOOOOW!" No, he doesn't care that Justin couldn't do it because it RAINED all week! My brother was out until late a night mowing the lawn. (They got into another fight later when he got back into the house which ended with my brother ripping the head off a guy from of his favorite trophy and writing a note on it say, "I wish this were you!" --Doesn't help that Rob has BEAT HIM INTO THE WALL BEFORE).

My Mom worked VERY hard to make him a nice dinner and what did he do? He SCREAMED AT HER BECAUSE THE SAUSE WAS WATERY! WTF!? He told her that she was worthless and a lost cause. That he was going to kick her out of the house and make sure she NEVER saw her childeren again! He told her that everyone would be better off if she were dead and that he should have divorced her earlier. He says all of these HORRIBLE things to her... and now she's on the verge of a breakdown. He talks to all of his friends about her screw up and even exaggerates them but if she shoulde DARE open her mouth to say anything negative about him, God help her.

I am so sick of this. I want to do SO many horrible things to him..... I want him to die.

--EDIT--

He says it's over now. He's going to divorce her. What will happen now? She has no way to take care of herself (because of past problems). She can't support herself... how will she take care of the childeren? We have no room for her here... *drained*

These are the icons of the clubs I have (or will have) joined:

What It Is And How It Works
Once or twice a day write down two things. On a scale of 1-10 (10 being jubilantly, exhilaratingly, crazy happy, and 1 being "I'm seriously considering slitting my wrists depressed)" write how you feel. Maybe add an adjective next to it. Maybe write in it when your feelings change (after a test, for example...) And then at the end of the day, rate the day. 1-10 really sucky bad day to really amazingly unbelievably good day.

Today's Score
I guess today would be a 5 on the scale today. I wasn't particulary happy nor was I particulary sad. I was more absorbed in whatever I was doing (reading, school work, web design, etc.) and detached than anything else.

BREAKING NEWS - 11:14 P.M.
My school has the day off tomorrow because someone just called in with a firearm threat. -.-;; Joy. Don't I feel safe at school now? *sighs* That would be a -2 and INTENSE paranoia. (I'm ALWAYS paranoid... but now more so than usual.)