Y'know I don't fucking care if I'm her blood-related father or not, that girl is my kid and I'm not gonna stop trying to get her back. This past week I acted like a little bitch and moped around feeling bad for myself which is really odd for me. Today I finally snapped out of it to realize that I wasn't the only one feeling bad. Cynthia is still under the psychos supervision and it, Cathy has been sinking into depression badly and doesn't even really talk anymore, and I even saw Simon a few times when I was walking around town and he looked like a mess, like he hadn't slept in days.

Fuck it all, if everyone else can't do shit then I will. I'll get Cynthia back and solve this whole goddamn situation and maybe if I'm lucky I'll get to kill that little shit Redlight too.

This blog used to be for myself only. Funny how that changes. It was just gonna record when I lost time or when I was going into a dangerous situation that I might not come out of. Then everything went to hell, didn't it? Met a bunch of people I said I would never befriend and somehow I fucking did. Got a large group of strangers to care about me even though I told them I was a torturer who loved his job for years. Ironically then got tortured by crazy ex-boyfriends. Found my wife and somehow resolved things with her. Went against the law and fucking won.

The only thing I haven't done is get my daughter back. Yeah, she's my fucking daughter, not Elijah's or anyone else. My kid. And so I'm gonna get her back. Fuck the impossible odds cause if I go out, I'm going out laughing and cussing up a storm at it while punching Redlight in the face.

Yeah, that sounds about right, hehe.