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Goddamn it... I'm frustrated and angry! ONE THE ONLY PEOPLE I THOUGHT I'D NEVER HAVE TO DEAL WITH AGAIN IS NOW CONSTANTLY TEXTING ME AND GETTING ME ON FACEBOOK! WHY THE HELL DID I THINK SHE'D CHANGE! HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID!
I was a good child, I was! I was fucking perfect and innocent and WHITE AND SPARKLY! Make no mistake, I was the most sheltered, innocent, naive child you could ever meet, and I still am some what....
But the second I met her, she just started me on this horrendous downward spiral. I was little. LITTLE LITTLE LITTLE FUCKING LITTLE. She was so assure, and so confident, when her brother and mine became friends, I was swept up in her gospel! But before long, I learned a HUGE difference between her and I. She LOATHED/LOATHS her brother, I just care about mine so much that it hurts me.
She would have us torment our brothers when we were together. We'd pull horrid pranks, and at first, it was fun, until the day that I hurt my brother when we were throwing things....
I love my brother, I do. I don't think we can survive without each other. I'm anti social, and he's a social butterfly, I draw, he doesn't care to, I eat everything, He eats barely nothing, He's the self-proclaimed bad-egg, and I'm the golden child.
Seeing the look in his eye that day made me stop. We were fighting all the time and I had enough.
She wanted to keep going.
She got into smoking and drinking/ I went to private school
We were young, but my brother sat me down that night and explained that "Mean" and "Cruel" and "hurt" were words that I obviously didn't really understand, I can't comprehend them. (Still can't) He tried to explain that she was a sad girl who had a bad relationship with her family. She hated her brother. And her brother resented her for it. He tried to explain human instinct to me... he tried to explain this to me, at eight years old, he at thirteen. He was trying to explain how I wasn't going to be able to find the best of friends if I didn't grow a backbone and stop trying to please everyone.
From then on. I ignored her. I stayed away from her, or stuck by my brother's side.
Fairytales are more fun when they have a happy ending and I wish it stopped there.
I recently decided to give her a second chance. What's the harm, right? Everyone needs one.
She just wanted to hurt people again. she wanted to pull pranks.
Don't get me wrong. I do that. but I do it on my own. It doesn't sit well with me to involve others.
She wants to meet up and she keeps trying to get to me, and I swear, I will kill her when my patience runs out!
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I was a good child, I was! I was fucking perfect and innocent and WHITE AND SPARKLY! Make no mistake, I was the most sheltered, innocent, naive child you could ever meet, and I still am some what....
But the second I met her, she just started me on this horrendous downward spiral. I was little. LITTLE LITTLE LITTLE FUCKING LITTLE. She was so assure, and so confident, when her brother and mine became friends, I was swept up in her gospel! But before long, I learned a HUGE difference between her and I. She LOATHED/LOATHS her brother, I just care about mine so much that it hurts me.
She would have us torment our brothers when we were together. We'd pull horrid pranks, and at first, it was fun, until the day that I hurt my brother when we were throwing things....
I love my brother, I do. I don't think we can survive without each other. I'm anti social, and he's a social butterfly, I draw, he doesn't care to, I eat everything, He eats barely nothing, He's the self-proclaimed bad-egg, and I'm the golden child.
Seeing the look in his eye that day made me stop. We were fighting all the time and I had enough.
She wanted to keep going.
She got into smoking and drinking/ I went to private school
We were young, but my brother sat me down that night and explained that "Mean" and "Cruel" and "hurt" were words that I obviously didn't really understand, I can't comprehend them. (Still can't) He tried to explain that she was a sad girl who had a bad relationship with her family. She hated her brother. And her brother resented her for it. He tried to explain human instinct to me... he tried to explain this to me, at eight years old, he at thirteen. He was trying to explain how I wasn't going to be able to find the best of friends if I didn't grow a backbone and stop trying to please everyone.
From then on. I ignored her. I stayed away from her, or stuck by my brother's side.
Fairytales are more fun when they have a happy ending and I wish it stopped there.
I recently decided to give her a second chance. What's the harm, right? Everyone needs one.
She just wanted to hurt people again. she wanted to pull pranks.
Don't get me wrong. I do that. but I do it on my own. It doesn't sit well with me to involve others.
She wants to meet up and she keeps trying to get to me, and I swear, I will kill her when my patience runs out!
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!