Best and Worst Days of My Life

This journal entry is extremely delayed, and I'll tell you why. This place...is this most wonderful and horrific place in the universe. It's wonderful, because I love the mountains and the trees, I love the dogs, cats, horses, and every other animal I can find around here (though my mother cannot always be persuaded to "let me keep it"), and most of all, I love having people I can relate with, though some may overly judge me, I like not being hated. Unfortunately, all of that ends once I step inside this ghastly prison. Whether it's watching the children, dealing with "parents", if you can call them that, or just trying to have peace and keep my belongings unharmed, nothing inside this house is good. The children, I love children, but these "things" are NOT children, I swear it, they're beasts sent just to make my life miserable, spawns of the most pigheaded ignoramus imaginable! I try to watch them when everyone is gone, to keep them happy, yet make them do what they were told by their parents, but they are so damn disrespectful it's unheard of! Last week I finally got fed up and locked them all outside, sending them down to their aunt and uncle, whom they hate, because they are actually made to listen. Parents, my mother is alright at times, but since coming to this place I swear she's gone even more insane, she even acts like that husband of hers she complains about, and him, he's a violent brute of a child. I'm typing this now from their computer while they're at work, though he ordered me to stay away from his "precious machine", which he doesn't even use anymore, he does it to spite me. Of course, he won't be happy until I obey his every word, clean everything daily, and serve everyone like a maid. Yes, I'm serious. Down here, I'm a woman, meant to cook, clean, and bear children, nothing more. Oh, and as for having my peace and keeping my belongings unharmed, you can forget it. Everything can be quiet for the few precious moments that everyone is asleep, but as soon as they're up, they're yelling, fighting, crying, and whining. No, I don't mean just the children. I'm starting to think I'm the most mature out of all of these beasts, including my "parents." What about my belongings, you ask? Well, let me put it this way, I come back from my summer vacation with fifty dollars, something I haven't had in a long time, and someone steals it. I don't know who, but someone. Anything else? Well, there's my computer, it was fine, and then this primitive place had another power surge. I thought it was the monitor...but when I got a new one I found out that the outlets and who knows what else are all fried. Well, that's most of the worst, as for the best? It barely exists, but it's there.
For instance, last Friday, I was able to see the only people I consider family. It made me so happy, seeing them again, hugging them, but through it all I wanted to cry. They couldn't stay long, and they couldn't take me with them. I had to stay, and watch them go. I miss feeling safe in their house, seeing them everyday, never hearing the yelling, and I miss my baby sister...so different from these beasts. She may not be truly related to me...but she'll always be my sister, and they'll always be my family...only them. I didn't cry when they left, I forced myself not to, but I'm crying now. The next day I went to the anime convention, wearing the costume my true father made for me, and it was one of the best days of my life, but through it all, I couldn't help wishing they were there. I miss them all...and I want them to know I think about them always...I can't wait to get out of this place and see them.
--Sadly true, Malachite