THE TL;DR BEGINS!

I was born in the slums of a small town in Jersey 16 years back. During the early days of my youth, everything was good and I was happy despite the scenery of my hometown. As I grew older, my mother (the demon that she is) took her anger towards my father out on my brother and more towards myself. My sister was born a few years later and it did not help my situation at all. A few years later, we moved to a nearby town that was more suburban and things only got worse. A year or two later she filed for divorce and then tried to buy my way to live with her, like she thought I had forgotten the past. About a year of arguments I went to live with my father in the same town, only a few blocks away. My mother moved to a nearby town, then proceeded to move back here to "keep an eye on me". She still hates the fact that I chose my father over her and still tries to get me to live with her. Then I found out about Lia. In the beginning, I was fascinated and infatuated with her, possibly to the point where I was going insane over a set of pictures. After being a part of The Second Coming, I calmed down. Hell, I'm still fascinated by her, but the infatuation has gone away. I actually have my collection of pictures on a hidden folder on my iPod (thank the sky queen for disk mode). And now, I think I'll go bake that cake. I hope I have the ingredients...