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I was going to write another part to Guilty Pleasure of Control, but I don't think I will.. It's too quiet tonight...
Voices in my head are active again, as you may have noticed from Guilty Pleasure..
I'm okay... I'm always okay.. I jsut have mental breakdowns, hear too many voices at once, and bite myself in the arm when im angry...
I havent done it today...
Huggs all... I'm sorry I'm so emo lately..
~Josh~
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Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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I love *emo Josh*. You know that. I used to punch my leg black and blue when I was having an *episode*. Yeah, that's what my family used to call them...........episodes, like I was some kind of freak. Well, HA on them. I don't care what they called them. As I got older, they called them *sh*tfits*. Who cares. No one knew what was really going on in my head. So screw em'. I understand Josh, I DO !!
Any way, we had a real heavy thunderstorm tonight. So loud. Some how, they comfort me. I just sit by the patio door and watch them with the lights out.
I'm here, Josh. Even if you just want to day hello, or even " I'm frightened" I'm here.
Love and very tight hugs,
Your `aqua-chan~
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
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Thanks Aqua. I'm glad.
I'm currently, trying to write a story. The story will involve torture and molesation.. As you can probably tell, it's going to be a dark story.
Anyway, thanks. I'm glad your always here, and all of you here at the board. I love you all.
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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Thanks Josh. I would really like to read that story you're writing.
*Loves you and holds you tight*
Love ~aqua-chan~
*Hugs you tight again cause I feel you needing it*
*Kisses you sweetly on the fore head*
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
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Here's the start of my story.
'He remembered it. What it was like, the first time he felt icy cold cheeks rub against his own.
Winter was a season of cold. Naturally, I suppose that's why they call it 'Winter.'
The boy slightly shivered, feeling a chill run down his backside.
He then looked around the empty room, feeling the cold, blank walls.
He was alone.
It was nothing new. It was better that he be alone.
His name, was Collin.
'I'm not like other boys...' Collin said to an empty room, his breath slow. He could feel his heart pound into his chest, beat after broken beat. It was normal for Collin. He had gotten used to the constant thumping of his heart, like someone was beating on him, laughing at him as he lay helpless, unable to stop them. 'They' were bigger then him. Stronger, and their punches hurt, a lot. But Collin didn't mind. He was used to it. There was nothing he could do to stop them, so he gradually, just gave up over time.
Collin heard a loud door smash open, as someone from 'out there' pounded on the door, just to be an annoyance. 'COLLIN!?'
Collin sighed and rubbed his broken cheeks with his hands. His cheeks and arms were bruised with bloody scars that had healed on each cheek. 'They' did this to him. But he was too young to try to stop them.
There was a loud bang on the door a second time. 'COLLIN! You little shit! Get out here, NOW!'
Collin wiped the tears from his eyes that had formed a while ago. He opened the door, only to be greeted by a fist he saw, only seconds before it hit him in the face.
'COLLIN! Heh.. I thought I told you to do your'
And that's all I have so far. I hope you like it, if you can.
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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Jeez Josh. Either some one has told you about my childhood, or you have really good ESP.
Josh bro. I think our voices have started having conversations all by themselves with out our knowlege. You've "nailed" my childhood dead on.
*Reall, really holds you tight*
I got goose bumps all over my arms.
Love you always.
~aqua-chan~
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
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thanks Aqua. I've written more of it. I'll post the chapter on here when I'm done writing it.
huggs you tight.
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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Thanks Josh, You have my back. I'm comforted by that thought.
Love ~aqua-chan~
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Washington Irving
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Always.^^
~Josh~
21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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