undated


 
     
Today my mom cried because of my dad. I hate him. My mom's dad 
worked his whole life to get enough money so mom could inherit some. She 
put it together with my dad's money, & they've proved it's hers, but my 
dad doesn't have to give it back. He didn't even like my mom's dad 
very much. Next time I see him, I'm gonna say, "Wasn't the gold 
watch enough? Did you have to take his money, too?" 
     
I'm just gonna use him to get presents, rides, dinners, & movies, 
but I'm not gonna do anything for him. He's not gonna use me. I'm 
not gonna let him have the benefit of seeing my real emotions, so he 
doesn't know his own daughter. He never has, anyway. When he first 
left, he never knew what to ask me out for cuz he didn't know 
anything about what I liked. That fucker.
     
Here comes Lulu. I love her, if you can love a non human.  Of course 
you can--it's easier, actually, than loving most people. 
People are so gross--I hate most of them, tolerate a few. The few I seem to 
get along with are constantly trying to prove they're Smarter & 
Better than me. Am I that much of a threat to them? I must be pretty 
brilliant to be as much of a threat as they put out defenses for.