My hate comes from pain.My insecurity is
- My hate comes from pain.My insecurity is my weakness.I was surrounded by my regrets,consumed by loneliness,taken over by guilt,been left in darkness,hated by everyone i loved
- Rejected, I was alone. I couldn't live with it any longer. I would take revenge on the world and everyone in it. They will know how it feels to be helpless and weak! They will
- finally live the miserable life that has been forced upon me for the past twenty-three years. However, no matter how determined I was to go through with this incredible plan,
- I was pulled up short by the weather report. A deep low was 'rushing' towards Iceland, meaning only one thing--rain. My plan was, yes, incredible but in no way 'all weather'. I put
- on my raincoat and galoshes, admiring myself encased in bright yellow as I passed the mirror and opened my front door. As I stepped outside, I couldn't help thinking
- that if the rain continued to fall at this rate we would all be washed away by dawn. I made my way out onto the sidewalk which looked more like a raging river. Overhead a rainbow
- arched, shining down in pity at the dismal scene below. "The Arc of the Covenant," I said to myself. A little old lady, pulling her skirt up out of the viscous mud, looked over and
- shouted at me. She said, "Get ME OUT YOU STUPID LOONY 21st CENTURY PERSON. THANKS FOR GETTING ME HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!"
- I was shocked at her uncharacteristic outburst. I tried pushing a stray curly tendril behind her ear. She slapped my hand away. "Shhh...there's nothing that can be done now," I
- didn't care. I wanted to kill her now. I had a knife in my pocket. I took it out and slit her throat. Too bad.
- Started
- 2014-06-09 04:23:02
- Finished
- 2015-05-14 22:22:59
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Scribbly May 14 2015 @ 22:30
Wow, it actually came back around lol.
PurpleProf May 15 2015 @ 01:21
Quite the melodrama...