Ehh. I don’t feel like editing the other post, so I’ll just make a new one.
Basically what he wanted was a scanned driver’s license or other photo ID, and a bill of some sort that shows phone number AND address, so that he could compare to make sure they match. Apparently, he has no memory whatsoever of meeting Mazrim, and my word, along with the photos of the last meeting, and all the other information I could possibly gather, was not good enough for him.
About an hour after I made that first post about him wanting all that shit, he was peering over my shoulder as if I were looking at some illegal documents or something (-.-;), so I half-assedly shooed him away (because I HATE it when people just STARE at my computer activities. It just makes me uncomfortable, especially since this is my family we’re talking about, the one group of people I distrust more than anyone else), and informed him of what people had told me so far, which was basically they didn’t want to be treated as a criminal, and why should they trust him not to do anything like steal their identity.
His (pitiful) argument was that if they don’t trust him, then they’re not worth trusting at all. Yes, because my father is a wonderful, outstanding citizen who lets people who SHOULD be in jail for sex crimes live in his house. But nooooooo. Since the son is the favorite, he doesn’t even get so much as a talking to, just the same ol’ privileges he’s always had, and never deserved. Don’t forget the skipping out on buying food so he can have his own brand-fucking-new TV, brand-new-and-goddamn-useless surround sound system, and god knows what else that I don’t know about. Why wouldn’t I know about it? Why, the same reason that I don’t know when my cousins are having a baby until a month after the kid is born, the same reason I don’t know that my grandma is sick until after she’s released from the hospital, the same reason I don’t know the cat’s been put to sleep until at least 2 weeks later, when I suddenly realize I haven’t seen him in a while.
Basically: Why the FUCK should anyone here trust him with personal information, if I can’t even trust him with what I did in school today?
So after trying to get him to see that point, he decided (out of NOWHERE) that if I dared to try to go, he would call the police and tell them that I was running away. I don’t know if that would actually apply to me or not, since I am technically a legal adult… some say it would, since I’m a dependent; others say not. But he’s still stupid enough to try it anyway, and fuck me over for life just for his amusement. Or “love,” as he calls it. Yes, you love me so much that you put me in danger by keeping the homicidal-along with-all-his-other-problems brother of mine around the house 24/7.
Anyway, he’s an asshole. I’ve had enough of feeling in danger in his and my brother’s presence. And I’m moving out of his house, hopefully during my 3-day weekend. And since I don’t have a job yet, I need to save my money. Sorry, kids. If I’d had any idea it’d turn out this way, I wouldn’t have even bothered with trying to put this together. If you guys still wanna hang out without me, that’s fine… But I still wanna see people, so if anyone can and wants to, we can like, arrange something in boring-hell Oregon.
Ugh. Nobody ASKED for the idiot’s PERMISSION. But that doesn’t matter now. What matters now is getting the hell out of there so I don’t get hurt. Or anyone else for that matter. -.-


