Hey, Gaians. The ever emo, love him or leave em, multi-talented Baal dropping in for the daily do-who's and did-what's from the exciting life of me, moi, I.
Well, I am an author and as such a self-hating p***k.
So I was scrolling another site to day, one less newbified, and I was posting a little of this and that with some of the best peeps I know on the interwebs. Gotta love the feel of an RP when you're down. While I'm doing this I find an intro page and I post about some of my own woes and my bad habits when it comes to RPing and more so this particular kind. *Nudge**Nudge**Hint**Hint**Wink**Wink* A-Thank You. Well, I'm posting and I get this reply from someone that I hold pretty close saying that I was wrong to be so hard on myself and I was like 'okay. whatever.' And then I kinda give some examples of some thats been bugging me about my style and get another really nice response from another user that I have grown to like RPing with. And I'm like 'Oh how nice. Its really sweet of them, but i dunno'
And than I hear back from the user that I mentioned first and its just a simple encouragement, but I was alike. 'You know what!! Screw my parents if they don't approve of my degree choice. And screw all those pricks who look at my and just shake their heads.
Heeyit Cha!!!
I'm feeling pretty good right now, despite my s**t week.
xp Yeah. s**t might go my way yet.
Probably not, but Heeyit Cha none the less.
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My Personal Curse
There is only one person to whom I wish to expose myself so fully, and in truth I am here only because I do not wish for them to see me as such. If you are the one I am so blessedly possessed by, welcome. To all others,... Please be gentle.
---Your Slave to Love---
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Seeing you hurt hurts me
Feeling you sob makes me weak
Knowing that I am the cause is like torture
And seeing you die is my cancer
Trust me or not
Love me as you will
It matters none
I love you in the ways that I know how
And one day I will die laying out at your feet
And to save yourself, my blood will be on your hands
That is how it was meant to be
When a slave becomes a groom[/align:72cf834193]
Feeling you sob makes me weak
Knowing that I am the cause is like torture
And seeing you die is my cancer
Trust me or not
Love me as you will
It matters none
I love you in the ways that I know how
And one day I will die laying out at your feet
And to save yourself, my blood will be on your hands
That is how it was meant to be
When a slave becomes a groom[/align:72cf834193]