Mene Mene Tekel Upharsin

So yeah, I joined this Twilight Role Playing on Twitter, and it's really fun. I play Nessie and the whole RP takes place AFTER Breaking Dawn. And, we need more characters! So far, we have:

• Renesmee (me)
• Bella
• Rosalie
• Alice
• Emmett
• And possibly Esme

We need more people! Does anyone want to be a part of this awesome role playing group? If you do, visit this site:

http://unbelievabletwilightrp.weebly.com/

Go to the "Join Us?" on the side and all the info about joining is there.

And if you're NOT a twilight fan and do NOT have anything nice to say, please don't say it at all.

xoxo Brandy a.k.a. Mikey

Isn't today IMCRD?

'Cause if it is -clears throat- HAPPY IMCRD!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is so hard for me to admit, I mean, really hard. Like, I'm even getting emotionaly just thinking about what I'm going to say. It's been so hard these last fews months and it was my only way to cope with things. It's...it's not so totally bad. It's not like it's going to kill me...well, maybe. -breathes in through the nose and out through the mouth- I can do this, I can totally do this.

Okay. I, Brandy, am a twitterholic. I've been tweeting for months now and I can't seem to stop. I mean, I have total control of everything in my life like homework and school and stuff, but, I keep tweeting, almost everyday. And for two days, I've been without internet and the first thing I did when I got home was tweet (well AFTER I checked my emails because I had so many conversations with my friends on email that I needed to catch up on) and I'm even tweeting right now, like, I have a second tab open...hold on, I think someone replied to me, hold on...

Okay, I'm back. Anyways, it's like a drug! Like....like herion or cocaine or one of those kinds of drugs, though I think it might relate more to pot, though I have never tried drugs before, so I'm not completely sure....Ugh, I keep getting off track! Anyways, yeah, it's really addicting. I think I might need to go to twitterholics anonymous. I don't know. Does it even exist?

Usually, I'm not one to dwell on the past. Usually, the past jumps me in my sleep and pollutes my mind. I don't understand most of the things that went on back then, but what I do understand is A.) He left us because he didn't want to see us and B.) He left us with a monster and C.) He doesn't seem to care.

What I don't understand is why he'd tryto talk to us again after sixteen years. Yes, we found him and yes, we were the ones who called him. Both my sister and I were so excited that we were finally going to talk to our real dad and really see who he was. Boy were we surprised when we found out he was still a drunk. You know what the funny thing is? He said that he was looking for us too but he thought we had a different last name. Yeah, right. You know why I don't believe him? Because if he wanted to be in our lives, he wouldn't have left us. And when we found him, he could have just told us the truth instead of getting our hopes up.

Luckily for me, I figured him out on the thrid phone call when he was drunk off his ass. Of course, my sister didn't hear what I heard, she didn't understand anything. She didn't understand anything until my mom told her the cold hard truth. And one day before my sister left to go to the Navy boot camp, she called him and asked him why he left us. And his exact words were, "Well, your mother moved to a different state and I was travelling a lot {LIE} and I didn't want to spend the money to see you kids, so I just gave up my rights." Of course, he was drunk, and he's drunk all the time.

My sister decided that she didn't want anything to do with him anymore. I decided that years ago. But, that does bring up a question of who my true father is. Well, the first one was a dud. He never wanted us and he never cared for us. So, he's not my father, even though we share the same blood. The second one was a monster. Any father who beats his kids on a daily basis is NOT a father. But, my mom's boyfriend, who is undeniabley awesome and truly kind, could be my father. But, I figure, if I could get through sixteen years without one, why start over again? I don't need a father in my life. Though I really like my mom's boyfriend, I don't see myself ever really having one because I never did. It sucks that I never had a good dad, but it's not my fault. And if I can get through the first sixteen years of my life without one, why can't I just live my whole life without one?

Holy fuck.

I haven't really been active that much on here. I just realized that, OMG.

I guess I've just been busy with summer school AND I'm writing a novel too O.O

Sooo....how has everyone been?

xoxo Brandy a.k.a. Mikey♥