I'm sorry guys, I'll update when I can. I've been stressed and have been spending most of my time working and then exercising to keep myself feeling good. It's been hard so I'll try to update sometime.
Oh my god okay I'm like dying this is amazing. And OH MY GOD ERIN. I leave pmd for like 5 months and she gets a twin sister? and hello by the way.
I'm freakinly, stupidly(well, maybe its not stupid), inlove with this story >~< please update when there's a chance
Well, I found out I was being cheated on my entire relationship, I injured my shoulder, and prescriptions are sometimes things that make you feel funny... So considering all off this... HELL YEAH IMA UPDATE, GET READY FOR THIS SHIT.
I was sick to my very core of this bullshit. I was tired of having to fight for my life, and I was tired of being tired. I just wanted to end it all, let myself go but something in me told me I must go on despite my body's urge to collapse beneath me.. I stared in front of me, slouching against the wall and looking at the empty space. I was alone for now, but I didn't want to be. I wanted to kill every damn one of those damn things by tearing them apart. These thoughts of anger and rage were conflicting to me, as I've never been this person. But after so long of being hurt, and longing to be happy again, and to kill these things that so badly want my blood on their hands... I was losing my sanity and I was starting not to miss it. "Well hey there..." A seductive,, high-pitched female voice said stepping into the doorway in a nurse's outfit that was trimmed to show off her assets. I stood up and my eyes were cold and my mind was clouded. "Who the fuck are you?" I ask demanding an answer. Her green eyes batting, she traced a finger down the buttons of her blouse, and bit her lip walking towards me. "Whoever you want me to be..." She says swaying her hips as she walks slowly toward me. I stared at her with a new burning passion. My ability to feel emotion feels like it's slowing slipping away as my fists clench with anger, my knuckles turning white under the pressure. "I want you to be dead." I said, my voice turning into a raspy growl. My veins were straining against my skin and my vision was turning red again and my mind was struggling to regain control. I was there, but I was losing myself, losing control,, something was wrong with me. --- No more violence...yet.
Another update for my supporters! --- "Well...I'm into the rough stuff..." She says licking her thin pink lips with a tongue only fit for one thing. She put one foot in front of the other, making sure her body moved to the rhythm of her steps as she advanced towards me. "Kill her, show her pain, let her die." The voices in my head pounded at the walls of my conscience trying to break them. I was struggling to hold on to my humanity, but I wasn't going to lose. "Well...what are you waiting for?" I asked holding my arms out to her. She leapt into them and I spun her around pinning her face first to the wall. "Mmm... The controlling type?" She dragged each word through short breathes, and her body was writhing from the excitement. I put my lips close to her ear, whispering. "I'm the worst type." I let go of her hands and walked out the door closing it behind me. I dragged some random chairs and objects in front of the door as she pounded her now bleeding knuckles against the glass window of the door. "Have fun." I walk away, down the hall listening to the creaks of objects shifting, fearing what I may face next.