sammyxfreak

So I there is this person doing portraits, and I am asking her to do one of me. please check her out.
Free portraits!Hi there! It's Tubsy, and I haven't been uploading or interacting on DeviantArt as much as I would like, so to fix that, for the next week, I will be drawing you guys!
All you need to do is send me a photo of yourself and I will turn it into a sketch! And it's all free!
If you want to, you could use the sketch in your own art even! The only requirements are:
>You must be a watcher (yes, new ones count c
>You must link to me a journal or poll advertising this journal with a link to the journal itself.
>You must send me a photo of you to draw.
>Once you've done that, all you need to do is wait, and it'll be done ASAP!
Thanks guys!
Peace! above or below or what ever is the journal that I found this opportunity in. Again, please check her out. I really love her work. I will have a follow up journal when she gets done.

As you can see by the title, I am under 18 and this is a rant. If you do not want to read, I completely understand. Criticism on my emotions and spoiled-ness is welcomed and encouraged. Now I will rant upon the character who appears in a few of my earlier poems knows as The Wench. She is my step mother, and there was a time that I thought she was the exception to the stereotypical "Wicked Step Mother" allegory or motif or what ever. This was my feeling towards her until about 4 years ago. Since then, I have gotten over and grieved for the wonderful relationship we once had. But this is not what this rant is about, other wise, it would not be a rant.

So The Wench is in a lot of pain today. It is that time of the month and she is actually going to the doctor today to try to get what ever fixed. For the past couple of days, while my little brother and I have been out of school due to snow, I have played Nanny for my guardians. This means that I have taken care of the animals, watched THEIR CHILD even when he was sick, cleaned THEIR HOUSE when both of them were home, shovelled THEIR DRIVE WAY even though I have chosen not to drive (in order to avoid conflict), dusted of THEIR CARS just to be nice. This morning, I went to go get The Wench's boots, that have not been worn in  3-4 years. They were caked in mud because I wore them to go hunting in. When this happened, I was starting puberty, or in the middle of it, so I was not mature enough to clean the boots after I borrowed them. Yes, my bad, I should have cleaned them. I even offered to clean them at that moment. She said no, got all huffy and puffy, and started screaming and ranting about who knows what at my father and I. Of course, this all went down right after I cleaned off HER car. I had just done something nice for the bitch. I even went downstairs to fetch the boots for her. She was pissed that their were mud on her boots.

They were not  even fancy leather boots. Seriously. They were WORK BOOTS. How the fuck does one get mad at the fact that there is mud on work books? I said sorry, I even cleaned up the bathroom after she cleaned her boots. Like I said, I offered to clean them for her. I was not disrespectful. I said as little as possible. The Wench is so attached to THINGS. She is mad over something that happened 3-4 years ago. It would be like me being  mad at my little brother for something when he was in the terrible two's. People make mistakes. We should talk about them and get them resolved, but after something is resolved, it is a good idea to shut up about it for a while. It is not my fault you were single until you were 36 and was used to the single life and shit.

The Wench brings up shit in random conversations from fucking 10-8 years ago. I know that I am still mad about things from my childhood as a teenager, but she is over 30 years older than me. Shouldn't she be more mature? Can't she fucking put things in perspective for herself? Really, The Wench is reacting to things like a woman in her early to mid 20's would be expected to. Trust me, I looked to it up to see if I was reacting irrationally.So I am good enough to do shit for you but I am not good enough to speak my mind? <------ that last sentence was not directed towards the readers. Sorry. SHE was the push factor to my depression over the years. SHE was the reason that I have had to fight off eating disorders. I know why she is back shit crazy. Trust me, I have it in perspective in that aspect, but it doesn't make her behaviour more appropriate.

Thank you for reading my rant. I know that it was a lot of strong language, but being a rant, I thought that it would be appropriate.  Please comment. Feed back is definitely wanted and needed.

Hello, I am doing commissions. With the points I receive from commissions, I am going to give right back to the DA art community. I am flexible to the amount of points for poems, I just have it said ten because that is the lowest that DA will allow me to sell my work. Stories I will not be able to be as flexible on for I do not have as much time to write a well written story as I do a well written poem. Please at least consider giving me a commission. I am willing to do trades. You draw me something I will write you something. 

Love

Sam

I told her. I told her about the about the horrors that she caused by bringing in that dreaded man. She knew that it was possible, eventually-bringing in a man that she barely knew. Her baby girl told her something, and she denied her it. She called her gift to the world a liar. She threatened who young, once innocent child, that if she told another adult, that she would wish she were dead. She further scared the already fear stricken baby who was still not sure how to handle what had happened to her. How does one call this woman "Mommy"? The woman feared that this would disturb her plans, so she made sure that it would not go beyond this moment. To further emphasize her point, she swat her baby girl in the mouth a couple of times, and gave her the spanking of her life. The woman thought that she was scared, but about the the one that she was supposed to love and protect? The little girl's head eventually hid this memory from her, until this happened again, due to the no change in the mother's behavior. The same words, the same actions.    "You are a pitiful liar. I hate liars"   "It was just your wild imagination. He was simply hugging you good night" "You dreamed it all."    "If you tell anyone, I will deny it and make you wish you were dead"    "Do you want everyone that you are a shameless liar"     "How could you!?! If it actually happened, why didn't you scream and fight back"    "I hate you, Little Missy. "


I can't remember their faces. I can't remember any names..... All I see is darkness. I feel so disgusted. I feel so disgusting. i hate it. i hate the tears that are falling down my face. I hate the woman that i can't even approach due to my current hatred and the fact that she can't remember it - all because she was not a careful enough driver. I hate the lies that I have told in the past to now to hide everything that has happened. I want out.