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Deaths Diary (Entry 1)Entry OneBefore I get started, there's one thing I want you to know: I am not evil! I promise you that I am not evil or sinister by any definition of the words. History isn't very kind to me; often giving a negative view of me. I want you to know that I am not bad
I promise you that I am not. Please do not be afraid of me
there is nothing to be afraid of. Despite what you may think or hear about me, I'm not evil
but I can also see how people would think that I am. My job isn't a happy one.
.Forgive me. I must confess that I'm not good at this kind of thing. I've never had the opportunity to express my opinions and viewpoints on things. Hell, I've never really had the time to sit down and write in a diary before, so I'm not really very experienced at this kind of thing. I'll do my best to be clear and understandable. You have to believe me when I say that what I will tell you isn't something that most people can take lightly.I'm not going to bother with introduct
butsometimes everything is okaywhen you've taken everything you can findand your arms are heavyand you're losing a war with yourselfbut she's always here.make her go away.you lie on your mothers bed and you cry because she calls you stupidand because you're afraid of the darkand of being aloneand then you are all alone and she's with you butyou've got nothing left on your bedside tableand nothing leftto live forexcept a boy who won't callbut it's fine.and everything's always fine.because your heart hurts and your heart burnsbut you can't keep your eyes openand then you lie down and hope that you die.
[Hong x Reader x Ice] Project RLI You stared at the television, eyes clearly reflecting your boredom. You didn't really get why the new was so determined to make a fool of you, important looking title, complicated words side by side. Really, the display of authority was ridiculous. What were they trying to accomplish by using this kind of word choice? Were they trying to make it sound much more important than it is?You sighed. You wondered why they didn't just use words even idiots could understand. Really, there would be not a difference if they'd simply put something like: 'Some kid died in a house fire. Watch out for the smoke in a something km radius.' Idiots, the lot of them. You wondered why you even bothered trying to watch the news.You decided it was time to head to school. You didn't bother checking how you looked, as long as your uniform was on society would have no reason to patronise you. You could just come up with some excuse, like the usual 'I overslept'. Nobody would question you. That's how it was.Y
when spring comes - one.his bedroom is dimly lit, with a musty smell that reminds me of my grandparents old house. the curtains are dark and thick; allowing only small, fragmented beams of light through the dust-coated window. he has mattresses on his floor, slathered in thick, patterned blankets and old pillows. in the corner he has an old stereo system, with two large speakers sitting on top of it. from it plays a quiet, scratchy 1920s band - a jaunty and jazzy tune that scares away the silence that usually hangs gloomily over his bedroom.the paint on the right hand wall was cracked and peeling in places but for the most it was covered with old photos that stretched from the floor to the roof. some of them made me smile as i ran my eyes over them, still trying to remain conscious of his movements behind me. i turned to face him and saw that hanging on either side of the windows were large, cracked mirrors in dark wood frames. i told him it was probably dangerous to have them there, and he smiled and told m
My Little Pony - Hospice IBefore diving into this, I think some background would be useful. When she was young, she had dreams. Dreams of shining and of making others shine. She made herself and others look beautiful; for that initial interim she held high. When she fell (south of Ponyville, Old Manehattan-land) her dreams became nightmares, seizing her by the hoof and never letting go. She was taken and put into a bed of rust and red crosses. I was one of the few who had the time to give. She wanted me dead but it pained her to see me walk out those sliding doors.Now, I won't pretend I understand. I never will know what she went through for those ten months and two days. She had a constant sting in her side that she claimed she could only numb by sticking her head in the stove. Her nightmares became easier during this time. And I like to think that I did my best in the time that she had to make her comfortable, even when the sting became too painful to breathe.But let it be known that this w